Goodbye David Cameron – whoever you were

You cozied up to hoodies once,

Stroked huskies on your lap.

Those were your front-page salad days

Before you called green ‘crap’.



You’d had enough, you told us once,

Of Tory Euro doubt,

Then risked it all on a dreadful call

And had them throw us out.



You were Mr Chillax once,

Unlike fierce Mrs Grantham,

Then demanded Jeremy wear a tie

And sing the national anthem.



You had us close to weeping once

At the suffering of your son,

And rapturised the NHS –

But look what Hunt has done.



And yes, you were the future once,

Though it went by in a blur.

Now you’re the past and, looking back,

We don’t know what you were.


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