Leaving the House

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Theresa May pulled up her knickers and quit the toilet.

She left the Commons behind with a smirk on her face.

No handbag, she strode with both arms swinging.

Her Jacob had 54 sons, eight daughters and a double-breasted suit.

He hung limply like a collage cut from Goliath, Jonah & Judas – with a Pharisee’s mouth thrown in.

“My whisky, my whiskey, my kingdom for a dram” she muttered to her driver.

Take me to the tenth house, and give me wand to cast ten plagues on both their benches”.

  • May the River Thames turn balsamic
  • Let the legs of frozen frogs hail down
  • Feed the scoundrels snails smothered in stinking slime
  • Grant every remaining voice a swarm of beasts of burden
  • Feed the traitors mad cows & bullocks
  • Give them sour kraut for bedfellows
  • Eclipse their sun, moon and stars
  • May their red palms burn in hell
  • Breed locusts in their hair
  • Bury the firstborn of both parties

And bring me Cameron’s head.”

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Paul O'Mahony

I'm Paul O'Mahony (Poet). On Twitter you can reach me @Omaniblog A father. I work as business storytelling consultant - Podcaster - Blogger - Live streamer via Periscope - Foodie - I love to connect with people. . Live in Glanmire, Cork Ireland Europe linkedin.com/in/paulhomahony

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