Mr Farage

"Did Farage really skinny dip?" Well that's an image I'd rather skip! Instead, I'll marvel at his craftsmanship And try to write a playful quip… For, somehow, again, he's in the news He might as well, he's nothing to lose So, as some poor sod tries to fill his shoes He'll remind us of his own virtues He says he's leaving now to restore his health After creaming his wage from Europe's wealth He got his way. He's pleased with himself And will I miss that smug-faced elf? No! - Off he goes, and I won't cry There'll be no teardrops in my eye No solemn words, no heavy sigh Just a finger or two for my goodbye So, away he goes, towards the sunset He won't go far - on that I'll bet If you're a fan - don't be upset I doubt we've seen the last of him yet I'm not bitter, I've no time for hate But I won't miss his method of debate Will he sit and listen? Quietly spectate? No, but he's sort-of gone... so let's celebrate So, did Farage really skinny dip? Again, a mental image we'd do well to skip Let's marvel, instead, at the statesmanship Of the modest ex-leader of the mighty UKIP