Jeremy Corbyn is quite absorbed in
The new found joys of
adulation.
It's wonderful fun for
Jeremy
But no fun for the
nation.
For though very good at
talk-ery
He's very bad at do-ery
It's pretty plain he
couldn't run
A piss up in a brewery.
Oh, his fans all think him
saintly
And as a martyr clothe
him.
While anyone who's
worked with him
Has swiftly learned to
loathe him.
And so the left is
forced to tell
This very silly story
That anyone who
disagrees
Is traitor, rat, or Tory.
And now the people on
the right
Determined more to vex
it.
Are branding all as
traitorous
Who do not worship
Brexit.
And me? I despair.
Nick Mellersh 2016
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