(I`ve flogged this thing around now for three elections

now, I`ve added a bit on myself. will someone take it

over and add a few more stanzas...There is supposed

to be an election around - where is it. Is everyone dead?) 

I`m a floating voter
Can`t make up my mind
Who I`m going to vote for
I`m just the wavering kind,
Tory, liberal and labour
Are worried where my one vote goes,
But I`ll remain a floating voter
One of the great don`t knows.

When I`m feeling upper - classy
To the Conservatives I drift,
But when my mood is red and sassy
To the Labour side I shift.
And when I`m feeling flower-childish
I deftly to the Liberals flip.
But when I`m feeling rather wildish
I scare them with Ukip.

Now my lady wife is having
The best time of her life.
Because they have to make a fuss of
A floating voters wife.
When they came to kiss the baby,
The baby was very shrewd,
She peed on Liberal and Labour,
On the Conservative she poohed!

I`m the proud possesser 
Of an un-committed X
All the candidates are very
Anxious not to vex
When they ask me about Brexit
Am I vague or quite resolved?
I`ll stay or maybe  make my exit
When I find out what`s involved.