Lines On The Acquittal
Of Nigel Evans

He made a drunken pass
Or two
And took it up the arse
A few
Times in the House,
But didnít grouse
At this vile mess of pottage.

Though heís been cleared
Of every count,
In future
Heíll think first, then mount,
And keep his sordid deeds
Out of the limelight in his cottage.

April 10, 2014

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