Selected Poems of Thomas Albert Fox
Volume two

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Reagan, Ronald Wilson 1911-2004 (Ronnie Raygun)

Ronnie Raygun was a winner
Had the Russians for his dinner
And for breakfast and for tea
What a sight it was to see
Them eyeing up the humble pie
He'd fixed so far into their sky
Way beyond the commies' reach,
It was just the perfect peach:
Americans win and Russians lose
Oh what lovely headline news,
Now they'd know which side to choose.

Who'd believe he'd been so clever
Son of a gun, not Ronnie, never
Just a star and union leader
Who made it as prompter reader
Then ran the world on autocue
With some writers no one knew,
And that was how they ran the script
That got those commie bastards whipped,
Just like the stars you see in comics
It all came down to Raygunomics
With a dash of pure atomics.

Should we thank our lucky star
It all came down to budget war,
Or should we shoot the film again
And splice it through with living pain
To see which takes were taken in
And what had been forsaken in
Those scenes and parts so very clever
That fix his name in lights forever;
So Ronnie Raygun was our saviour
Now isn't that a thought to savour
Of quite a new and startling flavour.

Though not of course to every taste
For some it seemed a stupid waste
Placing spies so high in space
To watch upon the human race,
Who on earth could be so dumb
Not to care about the sum,
And so convincing was his act
The Commies took it for a fact:
Yes, Ronnie Raygun was his name
He's the one you should all blame
Don't nobody try to jump his claim,
Just leave him damned to everlasting flame.

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