Mary Queen of Scots is preparing for her TV interview
(A prime time address to the nation)
Her hair is red as the pelt of Nicola Sturgeon
But Mary's a rule-breaker, a risk-taker
Queen of Tarts, Ms Donald Trump in skirts
Is how anti-feminist Knox, cattily calls her
Meanwhile, live, she sends the ratings soaring
And all the fashionistas, swoon, adoring
She's Boris without the bumble
Would never dress, like Corbyn, out of jumble
Go Mary Go! Her placard waving supporters shout outside
Bothwell, meanwhile, watches the shifts of the tide
By hook or by crook, in spite of public opinion
He'll have her for his bride
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