The Poojh,
the wig in the style of the hair
of Carles Puigdemont,
has gone big:
they're wearing it on either side.
It's maker in China
just cannot believe his luck;
or his stash.
Only her opposition
is wearing the wig
in the style of the hair
of Michaelia Cash.
He's making little moolah there.
To make more,
he's thinking of funding her run
for PM.
'If I make lots of cash, '
he's thinking,
'I'll call that incredible style
The Michaelia Stash.'
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