by Nora Jay

“Rishi Sunak is facing a growing clamour to come clean about the betting scandal engulfing Westminster …
[T]he prime minister was urged to get a grip on the drip-drip of revelations.”
—The Guardian

(After Cole Porter)

Like the drip-drip-drip of the talk-talk
As the polling numbers fall;
Like the tee-tee-hee of the BBC
As the Starmerati maul;
Like the tut-tut-tut of the party
With the case on public view,
The voice of Rishi keeps repeating “Boo, boo, boo!”—

Day and night, why is it so
That the party Whip keeps calling me up to say “Go!”
When the only thing I did
Was bet a trifling hundred quid
About a day—
One, OK?

Night and day, tempers are high,
As the temperature is likely to be in July;
Which is also when we’ll set
The date for our Election Day, you can bet—
So you see,
Why not me?