Rah rah for the local election,
When proles may display their affection!
Be sure we'll not shift
Or wobble or drift
From our predetermined direction.
Your elector is such a strange cuss,
And makes unpredictable fuss;
But on a bright note,
Two-thirds didn't vote -
They're learning to leave things to us!
Pseph Klunk
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