Too many tweets make a twat.
That’s what Cameron said – yes, just that.
Now David’s in trouble,
That bloody thought bubble
Burst out of his mouth then went flat.
On my word I will never speak ill of the dead,
No, not even the ones who were bad.
I would rather say nothing or praise them instead,
Though I may have to lie just a tad.
No, I won’t knock old Adolf or vilify Stalin,
For they weren’t all bad I suppose,
It’s said Adolf loved dogs so there’s no point in snarlin’,
Although he did tread on some toes.
And while Adolf and Stalin were both homicidal;
With blood both were stained rather red,
I will say that they meant well and never were idle.
I’ll never speak ill of the dead.
All those murdering despots, I never will curse
For although they were terrible knaves,
Like Attila and Sadam, Osama and worse
They are safe now deep down in their graves.
While alive I’ll condemn them, let pour out my hate,
But deceased, not a word will be said.
For no way I’ll berate, whether evil or great;
No, I’ll never speak ill of the dead.
It’s funny how they listen to him now,
Although there was a time when they’d deride
That man – The President – the one who lied.
I understand that this guy swore a vow
To speak the truth, for after all, such men
(Or women for that matter) one would think,
Would never from such high positions sink
So low to cover up the truth, but then,
Some things are out of fashion, like self pride
And honesty, integrity and such,
And maybe it is asking way too much;
Especially of that man – the one who lied.
Now when it’s told – the wise Jew’s tale,
Of courage tell, that never failed.
As men cried out and women wailed
Was to his face, she held her veil.
Soaked up his sweat in cherished lace,
Wiped from his lips the bitter taste,
And with his blessing she was graced,
For there upon the veil – his face.
Was on this day he was assailed;
Was to a cross his body nailed.
The heavens thundered – strong men paled
As those who had condemned him quailed.
The wine so sour with gall was laced
And on his head the cruel crown placed.
His battered body stripped – debased,
And then his God the Saviour faced.
Ayaan Hirsi Ali’s brave.
Jihadists want her in her grave.
But now a university
Has taken back Ayaan’s degree.
This woman’s left out in the cold;
She doesn’t fit the liberal mould:
Those who support the shrouded liars
Who pour their poison from the spires.
Yes, Ayaan Hirsi Ali’s brave;
She has the courage cowards crave.