Dear David.
I sat there and I listened hard to your wholly irksome voice.
I sat,
I listened very hard indeed and now I make my choice.
I believe that you're a pompous twit and that's the long and short of it.
Boris appears as if he tumbled from a scruffy crib.
His hair tangled like a bush, not that I should be so personal in my politician targeting.
The moral of this tiny story, ne'er on earth will I be tory.
(c)LIVVI