Scitilop

'Twas yesterday the slimy Tones
Did whine and wibble in the Press.
All grimly came the horrid moans
Of wrath and much distress.

"Beware the Jerricorb, my flock!
The flip-flop shoes, the beard of grey!
Beware Democracy, and lock
The Membership away!"

He'd taken Party well in hand,
Long bowed and scraped at Murdoch's court;
So laboured he 'neath the Tory tree
And sold both hard and short.

But as he gathered up the cash,
The Muslim hordes, with eye of flame
And vicious Saddamite moustache,
To bomb the country came!

One two! One two! And through and through
He pacified the Middle East!
Alas, it terrorised anew -
Ungrateful little beast.

Tomorrow, and the slimy Tones
Will whine and wibble in the Press.
All grim will come the horrid moans
Of wrath and much distress.

Wacky Jabber