The Week in Rhyme
by Dick Tator
What a week for all the Tories
Finally they get some stories
But to try and get some attention back
The had to give old Iain the sack
Yes, poor old IDS has gone
He'll be wondering what went wrong
He was never going to achieve perfection
But he didn't get a chance to fight an election
So the Tories now must all unite
If they're going to get their campaign right
They must get behind the dark man Mike
Now that Iain's on his bike
Tony's staying quiet throughout
He doesn't want to scream and shout
He'll just keep calm and play his role
And let them dig a bigger hole
Problems for Arnie across the sea
They're rapidly running out of trees
Fires have spread throughout the state
Things over there aren't looking too great
They should just send him in with a truck and a hose
A big sharp old axe and some fireproof clothes
He'll show all those fires they were wrong to attack
Then talk to the press and say, "They won't be back"
Some Brits down by Greece aren't having fun
They went on a cruise, and now they've got the runs
Four hundred are ill, and they're all under stress
The cruise liner's toilets must be in a mess
So how will Michel Howard do?
He's certainly got a lot to prove
Will his party start uniting?
Instead of all this petty fighting
The Tory party must change their position
And offer an effective opposition
Or Blair will fill our heads with crap
And remain on President Bush's lap
|Picture of the Week|
by the DeadBrain Paparazzi
Photo: The Tory leadership candidate
Your man of seed!
by Mark Kingswick
The York stone slabs in my garden are all slimy and slippery: how do I stop this problem?
Stalag 17, London
A flame-thrower will suffice. Or sulphuric acid
gently rubbed in with the fingers. Careful, though –
you may need your fingers amputated afterwards!
Is it true you drink too much?
Not at all! I only drink one bottle of malt before
lunch. Any more is vulgar! Ha-ha-ha!
WANTED: New Conservative leader. Must be Michael Howard.
Apply to: The nearest TV camera.
Fenella Clamp Speaks Out!|
Britain's best agony aunt airs your agony
by Mark Kingswick
I've ordered the most enormous goose for Christmas but
I'm completely at sea as to what to stuff it with – any
suggestions on how to make the festive feast swing? I
also have the most wonderful joint.
Not another crank! Joint? Swing? You'll be high
when the bread sauce is passed around! Goose? No
frigging meat on it! What are you trying to do,
starve your guests? They'll be lucky to get a morsel,
you crazy tight old bitch! If I came around and got
starved, I'd smack your face in! Stuff the goose and
stuff yourself instead, and surprise grandma!
Excuse me, would you mind?