Putin had a little coup
He hadn’t been expecting
While lurking in a Russian loo
Attempting his erecting
Damn Prighozin! I nearly had
A hard on. Proper stonker
And now it’s gone I’m feeling sad
Said Putin. What a plonker
He shut his eyes and tried again
He dressed as Betty Grable
He tried remembering the men
He’d had across his table
But nothing. Except Prighozin
Appearing. Maskirovka!
Said Putin. For the veil was thin
Or was it too much vodka
Fuck Prighozin. Said Putin and
Hey presto! An erection
Three inches in his little hand
Relief and resurrection
He smiled his special Putin smile
And raised an eyebrow slightly
(Been having Botox for a while
A little prick twice nightly)
The work was done, and that was it
Successful masturbation
And finally a face to fit
His special operation
Much prettier than Volodymyr
Zelensky who, said Putin
I tried to take right up the rear
But then he put the boot in
Knock, knock. Who’s there? It’s Prighozin
Come in and have some vodka!
Said Putin. For the veil was thin
Or was it Maskirovka
© Gail Foster 24th June 2023
divide and rule
What Company They Keep
On the introduction of the phrase 'anti-growth coalition' to the Conservative lexicon The Ministry of Silly Words devised A phrase designed to bring about division So dreadful it was worthy of derision One has to wonder why one is surprised Or that one is, with others so despised Described as being in some coalition So comprehensive in its composition That definition would be ill-advised Wait - anti-what? The anti-what are who? The enemy. The enemy is me? And anyone who dares to disagree Apparently, with anything they do What words they use to lull us all to sleep! How dull they are. What company they keep © Gail Foster 7th October 2022
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