[Tealeaf]

In honour of Graham's magnificent victory, I have written another poem:

On a cold Thursday night in May
The people of Hyndburn had their say
On who will be their man in London Town
To support – or not – Mr Gordon Brown
So they went along and put their cross
(But not all – some didn’t give a toss)
And then came the count
The Tories had 5000 to surmount
Alas, it was not to be
They failed – miserably!

Now the man called Graham Jones
As left the opposition with lots of moans
Never mind – Tuesday he’s off on the train
(First Class, with lots of Champagne)
From Euston he will proceed to take his seat
And start to examine the country’s balance sheet
Which we all know, is not very nice
As all of us will have to pay the price


Another masterpiece, although I say it myself.