Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair

Your child has only 15 a levels, and is learning how to write,Apparently thats a bit of a problem, to just get the balance right,But if reading too is tricky, and Oxbridge hopes looking slim,Just bang the drum, and hell soon come, savior smily smily grin.Hell appear with a little girl, who has four of her very own,Who all have masters arts degrees, though still barely half grown,After lecturing her elders, arguments seemingly trite and thin,Theres still the honest eyes, the winning smile, of smily smily grin.


Is your car getting very wobbly, as if weak at the knees,Is it even trying to leave the road, and collide with walls and trees,It might not actually be the car, just the tarmac getting rather thin,So just avoid all the potholes and call in smily smily grin.And as its an election looming, he wont risk a dodgy trip by car,A helicopter will come in zooming, carrying the Great One from afar,He says some isolated craters, may even now be in our roads,Then smily smily grin will joke, it will only bother frogs and toads.

If youre looking for an interview, with He Who Never Says The Same,Smily smily grin will meet you, on any platform that you name,You just nominate a suitable assignation, & hell appear right on time,You wont as youve used the train, and Tory leaves are on the line,Amazingly on arrival hes still there, teeth beaming bonhonomie,And though your biting questions show, that effect is lost on me,He is master of the camera, and of the trained sound bite,And signals and glows and radiates, as if he is the source of light.

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