Oh Alistair, Darling, said Mrs D
You really must buy more hair dye, you know
I know you’re partial to economy
But why does most of your head look like snow
While your eyebrows are black as they can go
It’s not a good look, Darling; can they trust
A man with hair that doesn’t match on show?
Oh Gord, said Mrs B, this is the worst
Case scenario. Labour’s bubble’s burst
And you’re like a fish out of water. See
How you gulp for air as the rivers flow
Over Tony’s banks? When you speak you must
Not gulp or gasp. Though you’re charisma-free
I love the way your glass eye twinkles so
Sun 7 Sep 2008
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