A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
She's ballsed it up,
Her goose is cooked,
Last chance saloon, she's lost the plot.
She's past her best,
She's failed the test,
She'll pay the price, her bolt's been shot.
Her race is run,
She should be hung,
I've had enough, she's full of shit.
She'll pay the price,
She's gone too far, the lying git.
The chips are down,
She's been found out,
The walking dead, she's last night's story.
They'll sling her out,
The lazy lout,
Or one last chance for Teflon Tory?