Bribes Inspire Returning MPs to Define Themselves as Caterpillars
Costorphine was a Cuttlefish
With feathers black & blue;
Yet when it came to evening-time
He swam instead of flew
Costorphine loved his liver,
He kept it neat and clean;
And if he spied a fleck of grime
He blamed it on his spleen
Costorphine never withered
Or chortled like a hake;
Or showed a tendency to rhyme
'Halibut' with 'lake'.
And as Costorphine falters
The Universe subsumes
Each nuance in a blaze of slime
That fills a thousand dreary rooms
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Fatty, Anastasia. |
| Poem finished: | 6th November 2000. |