Friday 14 June 2019

You’ve got to laugh, or you’d cry.




 You’ve got to laugh, or you’d cry.


Altogether now, sing along with me. (It doesn’t quite scan, but never mind – everything else is out of kilter!)


Oh, dear, what can the matter be?

Who will they choose Tory’s leader to be?

Seven entrants all claiming authority,

Everything’s up in the air!



They promise to give us a bright, shining future,

Something much better than we’ve got right now, that’s for sure,

But can we believe that their guarantees will endure

Longer than fun at the fair?



So it’s, oh, dear, what can the matter be?

What is happening to our security?

The laughing stock of the world we are set to be,

Led by clowns for eternity.