Need to lower the blood pressure so it’s time to go bizarre.
The wonderful Chelsea Owens hosts a weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. This is my entry for this week. Remember it is supposed to be terrible – not that I could ever write proper poetry.
My poem is dedicated to the wonderful and incredibly gifted people we have vying to become our next Prime Minister. This week terrible poems have to be kept clean. Drat.. the fun I was going to have with Hunt and Hancock…
A better rhyme for Boris involved deporting him to Wisconsin – but I wouldn’t do that to those very fine people.
The ten amazing PM candidates
Needed since the dreadful May abdicates
Looking out for number one
No more than an embarrassing publicity stunt
Slowly disappearing in all the cocaine lies you wove
Wouldn’t trust you with a kebab
You make our police so livid
Talks utter poppycock
Completely incompetent usurper
Only wants you to obey
The leadership qualities of a Raspberry Tart
Will only bring national doom
That is Britain Today
A country in complete disarray