Yes Minister
Time after time
He cooks pork pies.
Beneath each crust
Much fake meat lies.
Some folk believe
And ne'er get wise,
So know not what
He synthesise.
Others say nowt
But they suspect,
For their leader
They must respect.
And some have jobs
They must to protect,
So they pretend
That all's perfect,
Staying silent
On what they know.
Don't rock the boat
Or spoil the show.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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