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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.
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