His Tonyness has gone at last,

And the Scotsman waiting in the wings

Has moved into Number 10 so fast

That Sarah hadn’t  time to pack her things.

In their Trimdon home so neat,

Cherie is bathing Tony’s feet

They are already wet from walking on water.

She dries them with the towel he bought her.

Up to the bathroom goes Tony the Good,

Scrubbing his hands with the Lifebuoy bar.

The water is red and thick with blood

“I wash my hands of this no hope war”.

Is he the right man to become the envoy

Trying for peace in the Holy Land?

If he succeeds he’ll bring great joy.

But not to the soldiers killed in the sand.