Stakes are raised, tension ratchets, Jezza’s back.
Group of MPs threaten resignation.
Forensic lawyer, now caught in own trap,
Can’t risk a legal investigation.
Tonight Labour politics lie shattered,
Allusions become stark reality
A number of banners now look tattered,
The ghost of Pasok brooks finality,
Big blue spad slinks away from Downing Street,
Number ten butternut self isolates,
Bowie like he reinvents with each tweet,
Starmer should have stormed through the bloody gates,
But he never seems to ram the sword in.
Sing out loud now, “Oh, Jeremy Corbyn!!!”.
Harry Rogers, in the yellow room, 18th November, 2020.