By INIGO 'NAUGHTY' ZENICAZELAYA
#T’was the night before Christmas when all through the House,
#Every MP was stirring, from ‘super hero’ to ‘louse’.
#The stockings were hung in the smokers’ room with care,
#Hoping an ‘official’ OBAN deal would finally be here;
#Junior ministers, and ‘suspect senators’ avoided their beds,
#As visions of WTO money danced in their heads.
#Doc sat in the kitchen, bouncing Anthony, no longer ‘Ace’ on his lap,
#Saying “A year later, and they still say, I talking crap”;
#When out of the blue there arose such a clatter,
#And Brent screamed “Don’t forget my Post Office matter,”
#Away to the window Symonette flew like ‘red flash’,
#Tore open the shutters, and started counting his new cash.

 

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