Strangled At Birth Poem by Kevin Crinks

Gordon Brown, hated by some
Not a good leader, he sits on his bum
Like Tony Blair he's got funny hair
Wears a big frown, Gordon Brown

Every time he's something to say
He does that strange thing
Like he's blocked his airway
He did it twelve times
In two minutes today
All over town, Gordon Brown

I hoped he's be a good boss
But his poll lead has become a loss
Will he stay PM? Well who gives a toss?
Looks like a clown, Gordon Brown

He's become a joke in twelve months
Labour's new leader's a bit of a dunce
Oh how I pray that he'd go away
Far out of town, Gordon Brown