So! Farewell then ..... Theresa May. You should have been a headmistress at a minor girl's academy in Deepest Dorchester. I'm sure you would have had a rota for the 6th form to replenish the bird feeders. But now we have Doris ! [His real name is not Boris. So I have thought one up myself.] The word PRAT somehow seems inadequate as does he ... in spades. And boy is he busy digging. Let's all hope and pray that it will be his own grave and not ours. ( In the style of E.J.Thribb, 17¼) ( Doris, by the way, is the name of a Sea Slug ... how wonderful !) This next bit is in the "style" of ME ... This seemed to be suitable, the right sort of song and totally singable so please sing along if and when our country's going down the pan we know who's the guilty man he's amazingly like that Donald Lump they both could do with a rocket up the rump but people seem to like those heaps of shit but they might find themselves eating it when the money runs out and the pound's worth zero ..... maybe they're the modern version of that Emperor Nero. This song ,in the circs, is astonishingly cheerful so while there's time, you should get an earful ! I can't help wondering if anyone would notice if they swapped places for a few weeks.
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