[Brian Allgar]

Semolina, tapioca!
In the cauldron, mix with these:
Yellow press that’s more like ochre,
Sex and scandal, sport and sleaze;
Eyes of viewers, brains of birds
(Tits, of course), and stir them well;
Juice of journalistic turds
To give that vile, putrescent smell;
Half-baked television nerds,
Spleen of hacker, foul as burdock.
Stirring still, we chant the words
To cast the spell on Rupert Murdoch:

“Let the Sky fall, dim the Sun,
May his grubby days be done!
Make the Dirty Digger cleaner -
Tapioca, semolina!”