Scuttled away

The farmers showed anger
Frustration and upset
Came out in Wales on the street
To exclaim
Starmer was close by
Yapping as usual
But scuttled off quietly
So much of the same

He disrespected them
Hopelessly errant
Ran like a rodent
Just scuttled away
What he has caused here
Frighteningly obvious
Hard souls of the land
Now expected to pay

With their hard work
Exhausted by taxes created
By Labour the party of Workers ha ha
To fix the black hole
They fit that role
But he couldn’t face them
Not starmer the star

Who saw His arse for dust
Nobody saw him
They realised though
He had just ran away
Couldn’t face up to the voters
Assembled
Line after line tractors by the score
Waiting to hear him
Expecting an answer
But In stead he had scarpered
For sure.