Ah, Godfrey, source of lyrical diversion in the past, has been at it again.
“After two senior female Ukip members joked that they did not clean behind the fridge, as Bloom said it was where women belonged, he joyfully shouted: “This place is full of sluts.”” So I got my rhyming dictionary out again and had another bash:
There once was a fellow called Bloom, Who’d bluster and chortle and fume, It may seem alarming That some find him charming. As long as you haven’t a womb.
Bon weekend, sluts.
BM
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