You're as common as muck even though by describing
you in this explicit way I'm doing a grave disservice
to a commodity that is much prized by the farming
community for the essentially productive effects
which traditionally it has always had on their
beneficial industry. You, however, are by no
means an asset to anybody, Michael Gove
and that includes yourself; and since the
discernible downside of muck is that it can despoil
and generally be a right bloody nuisance too in
the process it's this explanation of the word
that is specifically relevant to you Michel
on this distinct occasion. So do yourself
a massive favour won't you and clean
up your perfidious act, assuming of
course that you can, for it's duly transparently
self-evident that your existing one not only
stinks but is also a vulgar affront to every
intelligent person across the extensive
length and breadth of this important
homeland we call Britain, as well
as to the entire world generally
and every one of its evidently
rational, deeply enlightened
and, most unquestionably
thoroughly responsible
inhabitants especially.
© Stanley V. Collymore
17 March 2016.
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