‘Twas the morning of Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
The members were missing,
Backbenchers and front
Even dear Boris
At Thame in the country (with Carrie his soon to be spouse).
The front benches were empty:
Tories flew off like bats
To their fat Christmas turkeys
The selfish tw rats.
And in towns that were labour
Until Boris lied
Rough sleepers lay shivering
As hungry kids cried.
But the Tories don’t care
About other peoples’ pain
Their only real interest
Is personal gain.
They could have done so much
For kids, mams and dads
But they only care for
The Bullingdon lads:
The lovers of pigs heads;
The trashers of bars;
The fifty quid burners;
And crashers of cars.
Twas the morning of Christmas
And all through the house
Tory MPs ignored
All those poor as a mouse.
#ToryChristmas
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