She’s a god-like sensei
Sent down from heaven to lead us
Observe her contempt
For MPs’ dissent
Which shows that she really does heed us
Am I speaking of the Virgin?
Am I speaking of Lana Del Rey?
No! Theresa May.
Amazon warrior in animal prints
We scurry like skunks just to succour
We love her, exalt her, for all our sins
There’s no way we’d ever chuck her.
Do I speak of Maggie Thatcher?
Is she the Queen of all the UK?
No! Theresa May!
Dancer, prancer, a keynote orator
She intones her words like a don
Her rewards are troll tweets
And Hammond’s cough sweets
Though they’re not ‘or everyon’.
Do I speak of the Madonna?
Am I talking of the great Doris Day?
No! Theresa May.
© David Ellis
Theresa May battles to save Brexit deal amid threats to oust her
David is a retired English language lecturer and writer of short stories and poems, living precariously close to the fast-receding sand dunes of Merseyside.
