Thalia, Thalia, where for art thou Thalia?
I’m under the front wheels you Plonker
You just ran me over – while I squatted
by the clover. Oh, nothing serious then!
Mind if I grab my pen I’ve just got a few
ideas for me next poem – you know what
they get like on WOL – kick off over nowt.
Get me an ambulance, I think I’m in labour.
Never mind Luv the Tories are just as bad.
Will they will prorogue the House any
time soon - like this afternoon? Ahhhhhhh