Blue With Tory

Blue with Tory,
Righteous glory;
Imbued in your
Gold-bricked manor.

Red with Labour
Beguiling saviour;
Two steps ahead,
Two steps to your deathbed.

Yellow with Libs
Sordid little fibs
A brief hope; deceit
Hope you kept your receipt.

SNP, Green, Socialist:
Screw the Party List.
Too many babbling voices;
So many fascimile choices.

This ancient adage,
Wearied and savage
Anarchy's much too ardous,
And we're all far too vacuous.

The End

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