An Elegy for Liz Truss, R.I.P.

O how the flighty are maulen!

O how the Kwasi are Kwashed!

O how frankly appallin’!

How Poor Little Lizzie got squashed!

Now Jeremy’s driving the bus,

Poor Liz’s policy’s kaput!

Dear Dr Hunt makes no fuss,

He smiles as he cuts and he cuts.

Our Penny lies over the front bench,

Our Rishi has not crossed the sea.

O Penny, you bosomy, bountiful wench,

O bring back our Rishi to me!

On behalf of the Conservative and Disunionist Party

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