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Tony Blair's sagging purple johnny (Free verse) by Stephen Robins

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.

Shuushin 21-May-04/4:38 PM
Perhaps by your standards - but that doesn't mean much does it? I would just have to have used some cockney lilt and maybe the word cunt and it would be closer to your, again meaningless, ideal.




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