Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)
A Fire-Sided T.V. Chat By A Farsighted G E Chap
When Giscard greeted France last night
regretfully he threw no light
on how his Party could prevent
a rise in unemployed, jobs spent.
He helped the agèd with their rent
and soon will raise short-time payment, -
inflation rate, infamous blight,
he feels a downturn is in/sight.
To the peasant he was pleasant,
each is sent a present present.
Twelve hundred francs, and as I write,
so as to increase their delight,
a kine allowance not so slight,
lest they in vengeance vent their spite.
The aim it is in this event
to up their income twelve percent.
At T.V. chat he did appear,
our Lord and leader, loud and clear.
He claims, as ‘twere his property,
the Centre Point of polity,
and adds that ‘tis two years since he
(the future able to foresee)
had prophesied this policy.
The ship of State he’s set to steer
through “controlled change”, so have no fear.
In social change, explicitly,
festina lente! - prudently,
and hear and run the race thats here -
so many Frenchmen far and near -
he hopes his Party will adhere,
and cheer not jeer, endear not sneer.
There’s every possibility
he won’t succeed, unfortunately!
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