Once you stood up there And you didn’t have a care

Knowing that the outcome’s in the bag;

This time though to your cost You discovered that you lost

Sticking in your craw to make you gag.

 

Taken down, Lizzie Truss, You’ve been taken down

Where’s your hubris now and where’s your crown?

So we will send you dead flowers now you’re leaving

Lamenting once your star so briefly shone

Send you dead flowers now you’re grieving

But we won’t pretend we’re sad that you are gone.

 

Once you were PM

Smirking outside No 10

Spouting forth your economic plan

But the markets shafted you

And then your Party too

It was dead before its fiscal life began.

 

And so that night you slunk

Away like an outcast skunk

Bitterness was writ large in your face

No congratulatory words

Just a tired unwelcome turd

A loser seen departing with ill grace.