Have you noticed they are at it again?
Idiocy, insults, back biting and *******.
Infancy in a petulant mood shouting
'cant cook, won't cook, shan't cook'.

And the recipe :-

Take one ex-minister (slightly embittered).
Fold through with a poison pen (neither retractable nor redactable).
Add a pinch or two of smouldering resentment.
Allow to stew and ferment for about 12 weeks.
Then warm through with  an almond glaze of scorn
and liberally spread over several pages of resignation.
Finally wrap in a filou of vellum, and seal.

An ideal meal if you feel that your line manager
really needs a punch filled packed lunch.
And don't forget to garnish and serve with leaks
to the press and media.
Enjoy your meal Prime Minister!

Warning: This recipe contains home truths, scathing criticism,
ambition, nuts, betrayal, regret and crocodile tears.

The minister has

a large first-aid kit with him --


He knows the devil.

If you looking for someone?
To tell your problems to.
Jesus is the one.

If you looking for someone?
To sit and advise without judgment.
Jesus is the one( To tell your trouble too).

We have counselors and friends with their own advice.
Some get them wrong and then some get it right.
How to change your ways?

If you looking for someone?
Who been through so much?
Jesus is the one(To help you)

If you're seeking a true friend?
That is there through thick and thin.
Jesus is the one(the one, the one, the only one)

He filled with so much joy.
His name brings happiness.

Oh, Jesus is the one
To call upon

Jesus is the one to forever praise.

Push the words with your hearts
Never let the brain do the work
When the doves die whilst their flight
Sizing every little problem in your house
In the midst of a pandemic, hell to the no!
Build up your promotions on occasions
People die, hell on earth, the resemblance
Devils rule the world; war against the good
See the truth with a **** on your hand
When the innocent help the hope & help-less

Religious outbreak and battles over a place
Feed it to your ego, Mr. and Mrs. COVID
I see "leaders" in their vacation plans
Give them the finger to heal their roasted brains
Every penny stacked for the tax exploited
For a stupid statue standing straight up to his ******

Man stop, we're just animals
But you're a mad dog, a monster
Neither fame nor fortune can tame
With a fire burning in your eyes
For a calamity to happen in your way
For a better future phasing from your burrow.

Dressed in steel,
Spear in hand,
The general conquers in four directions.

Dressed in law,
Brush in hand,
The minister governs all ranks of men.

Dressed in Gold,
Wine in hand,
The Emperor watches as his empire grow.

Some voted for freedom from that rusty  EU shackle.
Discussed immigration issues they were unable to tackle.
An establishmentarian North, South divide. When poverty strikes there's nowhere to hide.
Deep trenched anger rising from the disenfranchised vote. The pound devalued as the right wing gloat.
Uncertain times causes a global ripple. Bank of England acts to avoid economic *******.
But what of our neighbours? Our brothers in arms? Democratic victors, do they know who this harms?
Young against old, divisions laid bare. Political wrangling, do they really care?
The Prime Minister resigns and a new chapter to be written.
Democracy wins in a diverse, Great Britain.