| I do not like you Mister Blair, | I do not like the way you treat |
| I do not like your smile, your hair, | The minions clustered round your feet, |
| I do not like the way you walk | Pretending their eternal devotion |
| I do not like the way you talk; | Lest they never get promotion. |
| But more emphatically by far | And those who do are never sure |
| Is my dislike of what you are. | Of 'Mister Blair's' imprimatur. |
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| I do not like the way you gloat | I do not like you, Mister Blair, |
| And everlastingly promote, | I do not like the way you dare |
| With underhanded grace and favour | Assume that only you know best, |
| The creation which you call New Labour | Rejecting comment from the rest; |
| Designed with obvious duplicity | Declining to seek the common consent |
| To give you favourable publicity. | Of our democratic Parliament. |
COMPLETLY RANDOM STUFF - an ode to Tony Blair