BOTTLE BROWN

The nation you pumped with fever and fire

spun wide the rumour the hour was nigh

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to sink the Tories whose chances seemed dire

With a snap poll your tenure to try.

But Call Me Dave then trounced your ploy

pledged to slash tax; his ratings fast soared.

Your courage it culled; you feared to destroy

your crown long craved when the threat roared

of torrents of losses; the sting of disgrace.

So that genie you deemed better to bottle

You crooned about vision; made to save face

But your vision’s to swindle,deceive and throttle.