Another Pretender Bites The Dust Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

King rat and his gang left their run too late
For they will never stop the dragon now
I cannot understand why they did wait
Must have underestimated some how

Unless they have some kind of secret plan
It does look like it is game, set and match
For soon every woman, child and man
Will end up down the proverbial hatch

What a bunch of traitors these bastards are
These pricks were even knighted and made lords
Worst bunch of twits on the planet so far
All they've done is sow chaos and dischord

If there is a right side of history
Then the side they're on is no mystery
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