Rhymesfor ourtimes

(To the tune of Good King Wenceslas) That Theresa, she sat down, Wrote a manifesto. When electors studied it, They got so depressed. Oh! Lots of voters said that her Policy was cru-el. ’Fraid they’d lack the money to Pay for winter fu-el. A. Phillips, Sidcup, Kent.

...andLimerick

Like the assassins who struck down Caesar, Someone’s dagger awaits Theresa! Though her true nemesis, Most thought they could dismiss, As a woolly-brained, washed-up old geezer. Arthur Allen, South Benfleet, Essex.