The Mayoress unveiled a large bust
At the civic centre
When her blouse was accidentally
Torn open by a Councillor.
The Mayoress unveiled a large bust
At the civic centre
When her blouse was accidentally
Torn open by a Councillor.
And I have realised
all my worst fears
Because our new MP is
an old classmate
We used to call Tiny
Tears
Are you wearing a fat suit?
Well that shape can’t
be ignored
But wait it’s not a
suit is it?
I recognise you now Mr
Blackford
Remember your vote counts
In a Democracy
But your Count votes
In a feudal society
It's sad that in Democratic America
That Black Friday
gives them more of a lift
Than Good Friday, as
they are more
Interested in bargains
than the greatest gift
We all want Theresa May gone
But stubbornly making
a fuss
And she just won’t go
away
She’s like a bad case
of thrush
Jezza came close at the last election
There’s certainly no
doubt about that
But that was then, but
now he’s gone
From Corbyn to Hasbyn
in no time flat
When you’re a dictator like Maduro
It’s difficult to find
time to shop
But for his Palace building
materials
He always shops at the
Home Despot
Are you wearing a self-important look?
Well I would say you
are in my opinion
And further more I
will bet my house
On the fact that you are
a politician
Terrible Theresa
Strong and stable
Tried to grow her
majority
But wasn’t able
From there on in
Her decent was rapid
As her premiership
Became increasingly
vapid
But now every day
We reach yet another
low
The obvious conclusion
Is that May must go
May and Corbyn are equally
Hapless as their
party’s leader
They’re so bad you
wouldn’t ask
Either of them to lead
a Conga
May and Corbyn’s ineptitude
Has left us all agog
You wouldn’t trust either one
To even lead a Dog
As Neville Chamberlain did before
May went on an arse
kissing tour
Begging crumbs from the
EU table
Portraying us to all, as
weak and feeble
Whatever the UK suggest
The EU immediately resist
And the reason behind
that
Is Juncker is always pissed
I didn’t know it meant exit
When I voted for
Brexit
To be honest I voted
leave
Just because I like
leaves
Are you wearing yellow?
A brave choice for one
so sallow
With thick wrinkled
skin like a Tangelo
But for all that you
seem quite mellow
So why are you wearing
yellow?
Oh, you’re that Vince
Cable fellow
Are you wearing blue?
So, tell me, what’s
your story?
Roedean and Oxbridge,
I see
So, you’ll be marrying
a Tory
Are you wearing red?
To signify the party
you’re in
Well done,
congratulations
You made a decision Mr
Corbyn
Are you wearing red?
And standing at the
foot of my bed
I hope that means
you’re Santa
And not Jeremy Corbyn instead
Citizens of Western democracy’s
Will cross the world
to fight for it
But are so disinterested
that they
Won't cross the street
to vote for it