Wheels go round and victims fall
And Katie Hopkins strips to skin:
We see her bruises, hear her ooze as
Viscid juices soak her chin:
And every watching soul goes weak
To hear her wince, to see her leak.
Sky falls in and dead lie dumb,
Marine Le Pen removes her kit:
Her noxious knees are low-cost teasers;
Her lips are smeared with rented wit:
And every audience gasps and groans
To see the whiteness of her bones.
Multi-cultured bodies ache,
As Nigel F unzips his flesh:
His language bleeds, the gelid beads
Fall from his tongue, unfit, unfresh:
And how it pains, how it rankles,
To watch his old saws round his ankles.
Should you be tempted to undress,
Make sure the views you give are rank,
Beneath your vest, ensure you fester;
Let all be purulent and dank –
Make sure a noxious skein of piss
Pours from your every orifice.