I saw a dying rat this week.
I first presumed it dead.
I poked it gently with a broom
It squealed, then slowly fled.
I felt a wave of pity
As this rodent met its mort
How could loathsome vermin
Make me want to give support
And that seemed so analagous
It’s the moral of this story
As it might provide a reason why
Some people still vote Tory .
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