Pickles Votes Like A Gherkin
On Question Time,
He’ll bitch and whine,
That he has to be in work by nine,
His twitter account,
Twats vast amounts,
He don't do early mornings,
His massive consumption of all the pies,
Is the cause of global warming,
He can’t commute like all scum,
He’s got a taxi with his name on,
His voting record toes the line,
And he’s mates with all the non-doms,
He’s a party man,
A bloated leech,
His mouth is for eating,
Not for speech,
He's got two houses,
One for each chin,
They're so close that when he goes out he stays in,
A vegetative lump,
As the front bench buckles,
He thinks of pudding,
Then smugly chuckles,
He pokes two fingers up at you,
And the train you go to work in,
The Preservative Conservative,
Pickles votes like a Gherkin.
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