A government failing at Brexit/
Complains the EU disrepexit,/
Creating affront,/
Says Jeremy Hunt,/
By posting cake pix just to vexit.///
A government failing at Brexit/
Complains the EU disrepexit,/
Creating affront,/
Says Jeremy Hunt,/
By posting cake pix just to vexit.///
There is a right-winger named Paul/
Whose siblings don’t rate him at all/
Six brothers and sisters/
Have joined the resisters/
To work for the Congressman’s fall.///
(I tweaked the second line from the tweeted version, on reflection, but either works).
Theresa said countries like France/
Have not given Britain a chance:/
By dumping on Chequers/
Those Eurocrat wreckers/
Have led her a merry old dance!///
A lobster place over in Maine/
Maintains it’s humane when they’re slain/
To dope each crustacean/
With weed-based sedation,/
Thus dulling its brain to the pain.///
Some Indian nationalists who/
Extol what cow products can do/
Make soap from the faeces/
Of this sacred species,/
Thus putting the poo in shampoo.///
An airline whose spelling’s horrific/
Messed up, or to be more specific/
Contrived to forget a/
Significant letter/
Which means there’s no effin’ Pacific!///
The Sesame Workshop contends,/
Wherever the evidence tends,/
Though Saltzman would write ’em/
As kind of an item,/
That Ernie and Bert are just friends.///
A porn star once dear to Trump’s heart/
Described his most intimate part/
As less than humungous/
And shaped like a fungus,/
Like Toad out of Mario Kart.///
The speech said ‘erotic’ and ‘spasm’,/
But Vince in his enthusiasm/
Got nervous and slipped,/
And mangling the script,/
Cocked up his linguistic orgasm.///
In Grimsby, a man seized by ire/
Who set loads of dildos on fire/
Outside his love’s door/
Was jailed, and what’s more,/
Could not reignite her desire.///