By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Not all men refuse to ride high
Some dig in their heels
And immediately sign the attendance register
Only those who enter the room with wet pants
And whose only word of honour is "Huntingdon"
Talk tongue-in-cheek
By so doing
They think they`re spiting the former prime minister
Yet at the end of the day
When the balance sheet is drawn up
They will be the only ones with protruding shirt buttons
Rounded red faces, distended and dehydrated bowels
And worn out trousers that refuse to buckle.
Copyright 2010
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