How Pleasant to Know Mr Dacre

How pleasant to know Mr Dacre,
Who edits our dear Daily Mail -
Scourge of that fiend Britishness-faker,
The MIGRANT with horns and a tail.

He hates Polacks working in Britain;
He hates British youngsters who can't.
All things that his hirelings have written
Are fact-checked, except when they aren't.

He hates all the rampant perversion
Afflicting society's dregs;
And yet he has no great aversion
To buttocks, and cleavage, and legs.

He hates those who darken the nation
With culture that's leftish in wing;
He despises that vile Corporation,
The Bolshevik Broadcasting thing.

Some think him an arrant piss-taker;
Some think him a pander to scum.
How pleasant to know Mr Dacre
And wait for his uppance to come!

with apologies to Edward Lear and thanks to the Watch