When Dominic Raab went on Zoom,/
He carefully laid out his room/
To strike the right tone,/
But so far unknown/
Is just what he meant by that broom.///
When Dominic Raab went on Zoom,/
He carefully laid out his room/
To strike the right tone,/
But so far unknown/
Is just what he meant by that broom.///
Deep under the ice, on a boulder,/
Some primitive animals moulder,/
Though sentient life/
Down there is not rife -/
It’s like Mar-a-Lago, but colder./
By voting to back Trump’s acquittal
The Senate made sure that the shit’ll
Keep hitting the fan,
Propelled by a man
With hands that are ever so little.
Stone circle researchers maintain
Stonehenge was an ill-gotten gain,
Nicked wholesale from Wales,
As claimed in old tales,
To put up on Salisbury Plain.
A lawyer when pleading his cause
On Zoom gave a Texas court paws
By arguing that
He wasn’t a cat
But failing to strike out the claws.
Among inappropriate places
For filming one’s naked embraces
Or livestreaming nudes,
The Navy concludes,
Are nuclear submarine bases.
The leaders in London and Brussels
Engage in continuing tussles
And strive to be selfish,
But vis a vis shellfish
The UK’s just flexing its mussels.
The judge said “Young man, I’m afraid
You cannot say, having got laid,
That cash for carnality
Offends your morality –
The prostitute has to be paid!”
You don’t need a legal diploma
To sniff out the nasty aroma
Of justice that’s failed
When someone is jailed
For busting parole in a coma.
The jurors averted their eyes/
And clerks dropped their briefs in surprise/
As there on the screen/
A lawyer was seen/
Obeying the order “All rise”./