After Sonnet 130
Hello! Here in Smolensk butcher shop, we see David Cameron welcome Michael Gove initiative of make recite poems in schools compulsory and wish this be extend to members of House of Commons. Especially if got Liverpool accent. Local egghead Student Arkady has draft poem he say Cameron could recite to House to set example.
After Shakespeare, Sonnet 130
Rebekah’s lies no longer fill The Sun.
My cheeks blush far more red than her hair’s red.
For phones were hacked, so Leveson was spun,
But texts show liars; I bade her keep her head.
We met with Murdochs, Rupert, James, and dined,
As those who their support and favour seek;
And said we’d help them see News Corp combined
With BSkyB, that makes my office reek.
They hate the BBC, and well they knew
That Ofcom must be crushed into the ground.
I grant I never passed on Hunt to you,
Sir Alex, though I sent Sayeeda round.
But know, that without Hunt my backside’s bare,
And citing Warsi’s simply false compare.
