Áh little Dorritt!

A story about harmony under she who once had to be obayed... The PM was walking down by Thames-side, when what should she see, but an out of work fellow, who said to her, Please, mum, may I have a few pence for a cup of tea? Out of my way, you filthy Bum, she responded walking on. Soon she came to another, down and out fellow, may i have a few pence for a crust of bread? Out of my way you filthy lay about. THen she spied a poor fellow, with no legs and a sign about his neck saying, Falklands War Vet. She pulled out a ten pound note and handed it to him, saying, here you are, have a good meal on me, you brave boy. Muchos Gracias, the fellow answered.