The Temptation of Hartley-Brewer

Oh Julia, Julia Hartley-Brewer, I touched her knee when I hardly knew her. A punch was threatened in my face And in due course I fell from grace. On Question Time her face occurred, I hung upon Julia’s every word, Her eyes emit intentions amorous, Her knees quite hidden from those cameras. I dreamt of her in see-through blouses, Sliding fingers down my trousers, A voice so forceful yet hypnotic, At once commanding and erotic. I strove to erase her from my mind But my confidence was undermined, I was so ashamed that I shed a tear And terminated my career. Oh Julia, Julia Hartley-Brewer, I touched her knee when I hardly knew her. A punch was threatened in my face And in due course I fell from grace.