Believe me Mr. Secretary,
But when I shouted abuse at her majesty
I believe I am truly justified;
And, this gives me no reason to have to hide.
Although I may have gone too far
When I threw my shoe at Andrew Marr,
But what else was I supposed to do?
When he told me that I'd drunk too much,
But I'm convinced I hadn't had enough.
All she does is sit upon her throne
And we give her money that we do not own.
He criticises me for doing such,
Yet I don't see him helping out much.
"Please sir do be quiet,
You're supposed to be her loyal Prime Minister"
Yes I know, but that sounds sinister.
I'd much rather be a president,
I'm sorry; but, that's all I'd meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem