The mayor of the seaport Marseille
Necked a bottle of new beaujolais.
As his voice became shrill,
He renamed himself Phil,
With an alphanumeric display.
A friend of dear George Galloway
Necked a bottle of new beaujolais.
On a tour of Seville,
He moved in for the kill,
Then dashed off for a romp in the hay.
A hero with feet made of clay
Used to smear on his knees crème brulet.
On a tour of Seville,
He decamped to Brazil,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!
A dude with a swish soubriquet
Was alarmed that his hair had gone grey.
Feeling over the hill,
He performed a quadrille,
Then dashed off for a romp in the hay.
That footballing man John O'Shea
Liked to sit on the dock of the bay.
At the top of the hill,
He refuted free will,
And stole items of louche lingerie.
A friend of dear George Galloway
Was alarmed that his hair had gone grey.
As he swallowed a pill,
He moved in for the kill,
With an alphanumeric display.
The mayor of the seaport Marseille
Lost his balance and started to sway.
As he swallowed a pill,
He moved in for the kill,
As he often did - twice, yesterday!
A dude with a swish soubriquet
Loved to wear his great aunt's negligee.
With conspicuous skill,
He whipped out a drill,
With a photo of dear Gorden Kaye.
A dude who presented Today
Was alarmed that his hair had gone grey.
When he'd quite had his fill,
He refuted free will,
And impeached Augusto Pinochet.
A priest, quite reluctant to pray
Used to smear on his knees crème brulet.
In search of a thrill
He poured ink on his quill,
With an alphanumeric display.
A priest, quite reluctant to pray
Put collections of books on display.
When he'd quite had his fill,
He renamed himself Phil,
And impeached Augusto Pinochet.
A bloke with a swish soubriquet
Loved to wear his great aunt's negligee.
At the top of the hill,
He renamed himself Phil,
And poured out some wine, Chardonnay.
A hero with feet made of clay
Was alarmed that his hair had gone grey.
In search of a thrill
He poured ink on his quill,
And complained he'd been oft led astray.