Dedicated to Martin Atkins, who asked for a poem in response to this news s-tory.
A poetry book fell through my door
And landed on my mat
I sniffed its arse and wagged my tail
And showed it to the cat
But then a nasty leaflet came
With fingers gripping tight
Full of bile about immigrants
And cuts and other shite
Now, when a hand invades my house
You must know where my jaw is
So here is my new favourite game:
Mostly Biting Tories
