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Wee Willie Hague once
Of fourteen pints a day
Wobbles around the world
In his pompous little way.
 
Pity the poor folk
Who have no 
choice 
But  to listen to
Wee Willie's smarmy voice
Trying to convince them all
Britain is still Great 
While back at home they
Butcher the Welfare State.
 
Does Willie inform those
Leaders that he meets
Homeless combat veterans 
Sleep rough on our streets.
University to politics
With its stress and strife
Our Wee Willie's certainly seen
The rough and tumble of life
 
Wee Willie Hague once
Of fourteen pints a day
Wobbles around the world
In his pompous little way.
 


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