A Tory MP crossed the floor/
To join the Lib Dems, and therefore/
The PM’s majority/
And thus what authority/
He had up to now is no more.///
A Tory MP crossed the floor/
To join the Lib Dems, and therefore/
The PM’s majority/
And thus what authority/
He had up to now is no more.///
If Johnson’s No Deal is rejected/
The outcome might not be respected,/
Suggests Michael Gove,/
Whose leader, by Jove,/
Is not even bloody elected!///
Has suffered a hacking attack
By dicks tweeting racism,
Which somewhat disgracism,
By showing security’s slack.
As Boris attempts to dodge scrutiny/
And head off an internal mutiny/
While talking of traitors/
And collaborators/
He seems to be going all Putin-y.///
Cuadrilla was hit with a block/
For triggering seismical shock/
For though they are crackers,/
These quake-making frackers/
Know just how to make Blackpool rock!///
The pie export body denies/
The claim that Icelanders and Thais/
Are buying our stock/
Which means – what a shock!/
It’s Johnson who’s peddling pork pies.///
That bunch of fine cricketing blokes,/
Burns, Bairstow, Broad, Archer, Roy, Woakes,/
Leach, Buttler and Root,/
Deserve our salute,/
And Denly – but most of all Stokes.///
There was an old fellow named Ja-ir/
Who set the rainforest on fa-ir./
As flames overran it,/
He cried ‘Fuck the planet,/
Let agrobiz have its desa-ir!”.
Trump cancelled a trip to the Danish/
Because of them making it plainish/
That Greenland’s off limits/
And if you are him it’s/
Enraging because he is vainish.///
The government’s great No Deal wheeze,/
As Op Yellowhammer foresees,/
Means shortages, riots/
And limited diets -/
A little bit of bread and no cheese.///