“You good for nothing idle layabouts You work from home slobs You should have done the task we set And shredded the vast collect Of laws we do not want – How dare you be such slackers How dare you drag your feet How dare you douse cold water When we turn up the heat! I grimace in your direction I spit my vitriol I work myself in to a rage Claiming you work not at all!” Marching to our Chief Whip To the sound of hearty stomp I thump my fist upon the desk And loudly state my request “This really doesn’t muster This really is too bad This really must be stopped Whitehall rump-steak must be had To set an example for all to see When a job’s not done as it must be And frankly, candidly, let it be said When they make tardy and us they rob The Civil Service is one big blob!” There he stood, defiant stripe A pin-head, be-spectacled smarmy type Twitching nose, thin cross lips Swaggering frame hoisting Proud held name Which he barking out with stentorian twang Announces strutting opinion of This decidedly un-honourable Old-money man Who points jabbing finger In direction of those Whom he’d like to sword-prod So they’re kept on their toes But hampered, yet entitled Calls school-yard names And tries to manufacture unjustified shame Failing to see his own For this creature critic of servants civil Has a past of choices risible When upon green covered Commons bench, he draped His mocking sneer with dismal lack of sense Lying there like some malevolent wench Who’d made a buck at another’s expense Considering slyly on whom next to quench His need to make money from money But such is the phantom Rees-Mogg The derelict feudal, the almighty snob Of whom one can justly say On each and every extant day HERE is the biggest BLOB of All And dear Somerset, lovely place Do think deeply, react not in haste When comes the time to choose your next Please make a choice for what is best And with deft kick, heft your boot And show Rees-Mogg the exit route For like so many others of his ilk He is himself the name he calls Seeing not his ugliness in his mirrored halls