The Charge of the Not-so-Bright Brigade – by Alfie (Here's a) Tenner-Son
Half a truth; half a lie
Obfuscate onward
Towards their electoral death
Rode Rishi's Bunglers
'Forward The Shite brigade;
Charge the Red Wall' he said
Into the dread hustings
Rode the Humunglers
Forward the Right Brigade;
Was Private Cleverless dismayed?
No; though the Half-wit knew
The Wykehamist had bungled
Not able to reason why,
His just to curse and lie
Into the Valley called 'Electoral Death'
Rode the Far Right Funsters
Bravoman to the Right of them
Bad-on-Ass to the Left of them
Farrago in Front of them
Blustered and thundered
'Reform or die', ye Brexit Bunglers
You're all up shit Creek! he said
Onward to their unmourned death
They rode in their hundreds
When will these Tories fade?
Oh what a mess they've made
Honour their Last Parade
This Grey-Matter-Lite Brigade
Honour Sad Rishi and his Hapless Bunglers
That's All for Now Folks
