Lord Sugar, a Labourite peer/
Is backing a Tory, I hear
/So possibly when/
He says not to vote Ken/
“You’re Fired!” should be yelled in his ear.
Lord Sugar, a Labourite peer/
Is backing a Tory, I hear
/So possibly when/
He says not to vote Ken/
“You’re Fired!” should be yelled in his ear.
A minister called Mrs May/
Discovered that to her dismay/
She’d misread the date/
So it isn’t too late/
And Qatada may yet have his day.
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Damascene lass Asma Assad ‘as/
Been told by the wives of ambassadors/
To sort out her man/
And get with the plan/
As Syria gets yet more hazardous.
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There is a small village named Fucking/
A title they’re looking at chucking/
I call it a shame/To lose such a name/
So Fuckingers, just keep on trucking.
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http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/fucking-village-told-they-cant-be-renamed-798433
There was an old monarch from Spain/
Who found conservation a pain/
But he injured his hip/
On a game-hunting trip/
And swore not to do it again.
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The former Home Minister Straw/
Himself may have broken the law/
By giving permission/
For dodgy rendition/
Which MI6 then oversaw.
A murdering Nazi Norwegian/
At war against social cohesion/
Improbably claims/
Some support for his aims/
From a mythical Knight Templar Legion.
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A young rugby player from Wales/
Came out with the oddest of tales/
The ex-not-gay bloke/
Says after a stroke/
He found himself fancying males.
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The government’s given its backing/
To shale extraction or fracking/
A few minor quakes/
They say no great shakes/
As it’s only Lancashire cracking.
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There one was a dirty old man/
Mr Silvio B from Milan/
Whose idea of fun/
Was a strippagram nun/
(According to model Imane).
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