Triumph of the Wool
Apologies for the delay in composing or perpetrating poetry yesterday, for day 18 of NaPoWriMo: the intended subject proved quite challenging.
That is to say, dismaying: for it is himself, the Right Honourable Gentleman, Minister and MP for Surrey Heath, Mr Michael Gove.
The flock knows a fellow called Gove,
For oft in his wellies he strove:
The fruits of his thrusting?
Acutely disgusting!
His cock is all yellow and mauve.
I shall endeavour to produce another masterpiece today.
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That is to say, dismaying: for it is himself, the Right Honourable Gentleman, Minister and MP for Surrey Heath, Mr Michael Gove.
The flock knows a fellow called Gove,
For oft in his wellies he strove:
The fruits of his thrusting?
Acutely disgusting!
His cock is all yellow and mauve.
I shall endeavour to produce another masterpiece today.
This is a copy of my post here, on Dreamwidth, which has
comments. OpenID will allow you to comment there from your LiveJournal session: contact me if you have problems.