As SuRie got up to perform,/
So multiple sources inform,/
A man in a rage/
Appearing onstage/
Obeyed her instruction to Storm.///
As SuRie got up to perform,/
So multiple sources inform,/
A man in a rage/
Appearing onstage/
Obeyed her instruction to Storm.///
In Britain’s EU referendum/
Campaigners had funds and could spendum/
But now a review/
Shows Leave.EU/
Thinks rules are for Leavers to bendum.///
A Brexit campaigner named Dan/
Admits things aren’t going to plan – /
We’re chasing, he feels,/
The worst of all deals;/
The shit is now hitting the fan.///
There once was a deal on Iranian/
Restraint in enriching uranium,/
Which President Trump/
Decided to dump,/
Not having a brain in his cranium.///
For President Vladimir Putin/
His orders are not for disputin’/
And those who protest/
Face speedy arrest/
By riot cops putting the boot in.///
It’s World Naked Gardening Day/
So cast inhibition away/
And get out your hoses/
To water the roses/
Or ready your bush for display.///
(A hardy perennial – I sowed the seeds of something similar last year, but I’ve been titivating it a bit for this year’s show).
A Jersey inspector of schools/
Arrested for flouting the rules/
Was baring his backside/
Each day by the trackside/
And slyly depositing stools.///
There was an old medical doc/
Who swore Donald Trump was a rock,/
And couldn’t be better,/
But now says his letter/
Was written by Trump – what a shock!///
Sajid made a stand from the start/
With legs that were splayed wide apart,/
The power position/
A top politician/
Adopts when he’s bracing to fart.///
The Sainsbury’s chief was caught singing/
How merger has set the tills ringing,/
But “We’re in the Money”/
May not seem so funny/
If job cuts are what the deal’s bringing.///