I had a politician, let’s say Pollie was his name,

Cos no matter what I’d called him he’d have answered just the same;

And I kept him in my pocket, which he didn’t mind a bit;

But someone dobbed my pollie in,

They went and dobbed my pollie in,

Yes someone dobbed my pollie in;  now Pollie’s in the sh...ferrtilizer.

He says it’s all a beat-up, and he pleads his innocence –

Those perks and all that money, they were just coincidence;

But nobody believes him, and I fear he’ll lose his fight,

Cos that pollie in my pocket, well he isn’t very bright.

My friends say not to worry; that I really shouldn’t mind;

There are lots of other pollies they are sure that I could find;

But I’ve got a grim suspicion this one’s headed for a cell,

And I’ve got a nasty feeling I may soon be there as well,

Cos the evidence presented will be very hard to fight,

With a pollie in my pocket who just isn’t very bright.

(with apologies to A.A. Milne and Alexander Beetle)

Keep 'em coming Cue, it's great to have some competition.:^O