Starmer’s Tower Pleas

Mmm. starmer sat in the prison tower, time dragged slow minute by hour.

Saw Boris strolling by the sea. Dear Boris, bail me. Set me free.

You've got that tangled golden hair, put it up for sale. Show you care.

Dear Keir, oh Keir, I wish I might, but my locks

won't buy your flight. If I cut them slick and bare,

Cameron's hens would steal the spare. Starmer leaned on the window frame, the sky above,

the seagulls came. Saw Truss below with a folder tied. Dear Truss,

your ideas could set me right. You've got plans sharp as a blade,