Will I get strung up if ever this gets out???
Tell tell tit
My tongue shall be slit
For slagging off the policies
Without an ounce of wit
Tell tell toe
The people do not know
That everything they say to me
On the blog it goes
Tell tell gob
I see it as a job
I can be a bit of a scaredy cat
If I think about the mob
Tell tell heart
A movement we should start
To wake up England's councils
Who couldn't give a fart
I should quit while I'm behind.....
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