Ten Tory hopefuls/
Standing in a line/
Harper had to scarper/
And then there were nine./
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Nine Tory wannabes/
Dicing with our fate/
Leadsom proved too dreadsome/
And then there were eight./
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Eight Tories sought to move/
Next to Number 11/
Esther’s turn to fester/
Left us with seven.
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Seven Tories posturing,
Swinging their dicks,
Matt dropped his bat
Then there were six.
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Six Tories striving/
To keep their hopes alive/
Dom’s turn to bomb/
Leaves us with five.
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Five Tories scrapping/
To win a few votes more,/
Rory’s bid for glory/
Ended, leaving four.
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Four Tories vying/
To see the Queen for tea/
Saj won’t meet Her Maj/
Now there are three.
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Three Tories lobbying,/
Bashing the EU,/
Gove vainly strove/
Then there were two.
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Two Tory candidates/
Basking in the sun/
Hunt was such a runt/
Boris Johnson won.
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