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House if Commons lunch

Politicians soup they called it
and they served it by the bowl.
You can take it down in sips
or you can swallow it whole.
It was always cold and murky
never ever hot and clear
though they constantly served it
at all times of the year.
Further down the menu
was a dish to catch your eye;
very rarely served,
Leader's humble pie.
Those in the know dined
a la carte with restaurant passes
while this very simple repast
was served daily to the masses.




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House if Commons lunch