Hating Tories

Richard Sharp

Likes to whinge and to carp

That report was bad luck

Now off he can fuck

Long long time ago, I can still remember
How winter snow would make me smile
And I knew when I had my chance
We’d come inside to warm and dance
And maybe we'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every bill that they delivered
Bad news on the mat
How the feck can I pay that?

There was I, a few minutes ago, minding my own business, awaiting the announcement of my platform at King's Cross, when over the PA came the voice of Michael Portillo wishing the station a happy birthday.

So, might I just point out that ...

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Grant Shapps

He talks and he craps

But often gets confused

About which end he's used

There once was a Tory, his name is Neil Parish
Attracted to tractors in "a moment of madness"
And now Mrs P is extremely embarrassed

A big-wheeled beauty with a powerful horn
Harvesting hot stuff down in the corn
Who wouldn't love agricultural porn?

Bring your own booze
Bring your own excitement
Bring your own rules
Bring your own entitlement
Bring your own germs
Bring your own immunity
Bring your own free pass
to party with impunity

Our public sewage industry
was sold to private bidders
Who don't dispose of putrid waste
but dump it in the rivers

They take responsibility
and flush it down the loo
For building up the affluent
builds effluence up too

The Tories' excremental sale
saw treatment work neglected
As income goes to bonuses
so beaches are infected

Owen Patterson

takes envelopes with splatters on

One hundred grand and he'll do your bidding

Fit for public office? You've got to be kidding.

A classic of Great British humour
Slapstick, slap-and-tickle,
caught on candid camera

And everyone likes to see
the bad guy get his comeuppance,
don't they?

But there is something of
the gangster genre
about it too

where Al Capone is brought down
for his dishonest affairs
not for the cruel and unnecessary deaths on his watch