“starmer”

Starmer went to a pub in Bath
And was sent packing with much wrath
From the landlord “Starmer get out of here”
Such irreverent scoffing and indulgent fear
Did he recant or show remorse
With his body guards present
You could feel the force
He just push by expecting to
Shake his hand but what he did do
Get out of my pub
You are not welcome here
It’s my decision
And it should be clear
Don’t push me about
His Lack of style
and audaciousness is far too vile

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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