Dear Friends,
There once was a man called Tommy Robinson,
The elite did their best to keep him in prison,
He cut them down to size,
And soon the elite will have had enough of him.
Labor proponents say you should stay the course.
Riding in to save the elite on a white horse,
Taxes, migration and crime,
Visiting more all the time,
And now the British are having buyers remorse.
France arrested Durov to protect,
Past norms and rights to reject,
Crush with finesse,
Destroy his business,
But now they’ve triggered the Streisand Effect.
There once was a politician Starmer,
A cross between a sheep and a farmer,
Smiling he pledged to fight,
To destroy British Rights,
And to imps he was quite a charmer.
There once was a man with a goal,
How to get there he just didn’t know,
Inversion my darlings,
By not doing things,
That would move him away from it though.
Sincerely
John Pepin
