As promised last week in the Singaround: a big boy made me write this, and ran away .... God Rest Ye Sober God rest ye sober, underlings let nothing you dismay You've only queued for Covid jabs since this time yesterday And as wel tell you "work from home" in Number Ten we'll play --- Good tidings of comfort and joy (for the posh boys) Good tidings of comfort and joy. The boyos from the Bullingdon are playing Hunt The Grue They're bred to be incapable of telling false from true Come PMQs we'll find them barricaded in the loo --- Good tidings of comfort and joy (little lost boys) Good tidings of comfort any joy.
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