It's prime time for the new Raj
Facts & acts must just sabotage
All baloney with no camouflage
Racist fascist pacts back in charge
De facto crypto crony arbitrage
With an aristo phony entourage
Ipso facto know who's the sarge
Nige does show pony dressage
Truth and proof will just massage
Aloof uncouth ranter going large
Just pub banter a bit of badinage
Trump leader of hit populist collage
All aboard greedier tech T-Rex barge
Seedier far right sh*t media montage
Vent at the establishment's espionage
Decent and democratic only a mirage
Bet just cover for yet another barrage
To other bigots & despots pay homage
An abhorrent torrent he does sparge
Hilarious no it is nefarious persiflage
Nutter's not butter but cheap marge
Spread thin in the gutter Nige Farage
Picture # 4
Santa had a tiny elf
His feet were growing large
And everywhere Santa went
The elf's big feet would sparge
Santa spent so much time
Making the elf new shoes
Because it was late spring
Snow melt did ooze and ooze
Everyone knew when he was near
Because his feet smelled like cheese
Old, old stinky parmesan
Others would tease and tease
Santa needed a solution
To this big problem, so
He asked all the boys and girls
To send him answer though
He received so many letters
With answers quite clever
From soaking his feet in tea
To changing the weather
Santa was busy answering
All those long dear letters
He could not make any new toys
His mind was tied in terrors
Mrs. Claus came up with a solution
So, they could get back on track
Now everyone is happy
And filling Santa's sack
I know you want to know the secret
That helped those stinky feet
She took tiny elf to the doctor
Who prescribed some meds sweet
Anti-fungal tablets to take
Powder like downy sheets
Lots of soap and water to clean
Clean socks, oh! a great treat
A bit of life I cut and paste
The country life I share
So you can have a little taste
Of what it's like out their
We've bats that hit those not on guard
With song birds that alight
The bulls they charge without a card
Oh dear, that's just not right
A buck that rams all it can see
Now it sees very much
A ram that bucks the likes of me
Now that has him in dutch
The geese will pinch you with their bills
At least they do not charge
The barn cats eat our food til filled
But love from me they sparge
The rabbits keep on making more
Each will have eight I say
That's one reason cats are here
So rabbits run away
The farm that's in the dell some shun
But it to me is home
So take a trip and have some fun
You'll find there's space to roam.
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