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.
Copyright © John Davison | Year Posted 2022
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