At the End of the Day

The saga of The Cameroid

has lessons for us all –

like “dealing with a haemorrhoid

is not much fun at all”.

The Cameroid came to the fore

to rid us of McBroon:

he did a deal with Napsummore

the Libbydem poltroon.

The Libbydem’s a silly bird,

it has but the one leg –

it latches on to any turd

as fragrant as Nick Clegg.

The Cameroid is built on sand –

for Murdoch, Balls and Juncker

wish only for Ed Miliband

to put him in a bunker.

The legup level playing field

he learned so well at school

Has great appeal on Sussex Weald

but less in Hartlepool.

Yet still he soldiers on and on

the cardboard Cameroid

while trying to get a grip upon

his moral null and void.

So tragic is the British bug –

that if you vote him out

the fear is that a lower slug

will have a longer snout

to stick into the munnnee bowl

and pull some horrid stunt

as perpetrated by the hole

that rhymes with Jezzer Hunt.

This doggerel is quite correct

except politically –

but Cameroids will not be checked

by robotic pc.

And so I ask my fellow Brits

to get real and unite

against the ghastly Cameroids

of constipated shite.

Earlier at The Slog: By all means have sympathy with the odd minority. But don’t put them in charge.