It’s that time of year again kids. That time being, that in honour of St. Patrick’s Day I will attempt to convey the week’s news in the highest form of art. That being the humble limerick. Count yourself lucky that this is only a couple of days late this year, instead of the three months it was last year.
There was a march down to London
That didn’t look very much fun.
Some dullards got wet
And Nigel upset
I’ve seen more men in the bed of a nun.
There was a woman named Theresa
Whose job wasn’t getting any easier.
No deal on the horizon
Getting more thumbs down than J. Caesar.
John Bercow, the house’s speaker
Blocked a move from the Prime Minister
Adding on to her fears
Then he assaulted her ears
With a deep booming call for OR-DER
There was a handsome man named Trudeau
But the things that he said weren’t true though
Instagram will still say
“He can corrupt my case any day”
But turns out he’s as crooked as a hoe.
A victorian ghost named Rees-Mogg
Was left completely agog
His money’s all stashed in Dublin
His excuses came stumbling
But his nanny had to give him a flog