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I saw Mrs May, "Our Theresa,"

The other day on the news,

I have to say, not a visual pleaser,

All sour face and, "Fuck me shoes,"

She came across like a sad robot,

With the charm of a council gritter,

And I thought to myself, "You can't polish a turd,"

"But I s'pose you can roll it in glitter."

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