A splash of gay colour, On Tony Blair's back, A drooping purple johnny, On John Prescott's lap. Alarm in the chamber, A rush for the doors, David Blunkett trips over, And is splayed on all fours. Tony Blair dons a nappy, And with vacuous grin, Assures party faithful, With beguiling spin. That Johnny they say, Was rushed from the scene, For a season in panto, Replacing Martine. And Prescott escaped, With barely a scratch, He still looks the same; Like VioletSuede's snatch.