Blabberwocky. (with apologies to Lewis Carroll)
‘Twas Cummig and the Slithy Gove
Did plot and scheme for power, backstabe.
All mimsy were the wily SpAds,
And full of faux outrage.
“Beware the Blabberwock, my son!
The tongue that lies, the mouth that blags !
Beware the TrussTruss bird, and shun
The frumious Jenrick and his flags!”
Grieve took his sword of truth in hand;
Long time the noisome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Sunak tree
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Blabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came waffling, claiming victimhood
And burbling out its blame!
“I’ve done my best’ the creature lied
I’ve paid the bill, I’ve broke no law!”
“You’re full of sleaze” St.Grieve replied
“And every day there’s more”
The Blabberwock messed up its hair
And charged towards the Sunak tree
But Grieve stood ready to declare
“You vacuum of integrity!”
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The blade of truth went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went triumphant back.
“And hast thou slain the Blabberwock?
Come to our arms, our beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
We chortled in our joy.
‘Twas Cummig and the Slithy Gove
Did plot and scheme for power backstabe
All mimsy were the wily SpAds,
And full of faux outrage.