Short Shrift
We will not be elected,
It leaves a nasty niff -
We might well be rejected
If we legalise the spliff.
I'm very sorry, Tony,
So sad to disappoint -
I wish this war weren't phoney,
But the time is out of joint.
I promise you I'll hold my gob,
The better to succeed;
When Bill and Ben say Flobadob,
I won't be wailing Weed.
How could I be so dopey?
My copybook's all blot.
My tongue is scrubbed and soapy.
And I'm eating humble pot.
Pie.
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