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'So tell the labour government
We're coming with a hundred clips'
Well, probably the boldest line
To scape an open speaker's lips
But if, now on your seventh chance
You wish to be took serious
It may be better off to lead
With something less nefarious

Unless, of course, you're speaking
About paperclips instead
For all that legislation
In a fancy letterhead
And the policy legitimate
You're in the house to pass
- but that seems quite unlikely
As you're such a total farce

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Unless, instead, you're thinking
About little clips of film
To shine a light on all they've done
To mar and underwhilm
And bare the naked body
Of this emperor at fault
- but then again, perhaps not
As you're actually a cult

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Unless you're thus referring
To the hairclips in your tress
For your big day in the beehive
You won't look a frightful mess
You'll represent the people
With no strand left out of place
- although they may not want you
As you hate the human race

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