MsTrussed
MsTrussed
At last the tale of Lizzie Truss
Who is alas not one of Us
But who, to coin an apophthegm,
Is absolutely one of Them
For those who glimpsed her curious birth
The day the saucer fell to Earth
Confirm they saw her cosy-warm
A very alien in form
The rarest of some astral breeds
(She later said she hailed from Leeds)
Of what was she? How was she made?
No final answers, I’m afraid
Suspicion claims that, if you please,
She’s fashioned from galactic cheese
Perhaps some ripe old Martian Blue
Too hard to cut, too weird to chew
In nettles wrapped, to hide the mould
And past the date it should be sold
So there: a wedge from Outer Space
And That (I fear) – Is – A – Disgrace
