Right on the button, Sam. And it shows that, with that lineation, I need to write some more. Damn!
Aha! I have it.
Shape Shifter
Says Tony, ‘Loose the dogs of War.’ Says I, ‘And that I can, sir.’
Says Tony, ‘Score with Shock and Awe.’ Says I, ‘And I’m your man, sir.’
But when the invasion goes tits up, as Tony learns to rue it,
And drains at last a bitter cup, says I, ‘I always knew it.’
And this I say, from day to day – my purpose never falters –
‘I’ll kiss your bum till kingdom come or till the weather alters.’
Now Gordon needs to look about where probity and trust is.
Says I, ‘I’t’s me! I want to be your Minister of Justice.’
But when it’s clear within the year that no-one likes the bleeder,
I make it known about the throne that Jack’s the lad for leader. (Chorus)
But then, as Gordon goes for broke (and no-one could be broker)
It looks as if the silly stiff will not become a croaker,
Why then I vow that, as of now, my faith is undiminished.
This is the bloke for honest folk (at least until he’s finished).
I will repeat, in tones discreet, to all my best endeavour,
‘There is no shit I will not eat, your Man of Straw for ever.’
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