The streak of piss flipped
The trim switch this
MP for Flip-on-Sea for
The Party of Choked Progress
Fingered the food of thought
In the buffet of his bonce
In his constituency
And made himself a mess
Many more than once
He posted toasted dry cleaning bills
Through each door
Too lazy to knock upon
He sneered through pub windows
At those playing one downmanship
On his way the pharmacy for
Foreign bodies cures
And tablets pure as
Pure as driven swans
And lied about that too
And lied about it
Many more than once
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