Old Gough, the pale pink politician,
Between drinks had a long intermission.
Although not long in power
Now it’s his finest hour;
It seems death has improved his condition.
For old Gough way back then was disgraced,
And his minions the masters of waste.
Then his stupid decrees
Brought the place to its knees;
Past mistakes by old reds are erased.
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