Donald stands atop his high tower, gazing to the East,
That sense of unease that things are going west increased,
For Don that ever-changing Arabian tale no longer charms- Just when he thought he’d wrapped ten billion up in arms.
Yeah, its a great tragedy that a journalist’s life has been lost,
But we count on Donald, Prince that he is, to count the cost, He’s diplomatically waiting for what a Saudi inquiry will reveal-
Yes, its crude, one life for billions in weapons- but what a deal!
So oh-so-clever Julia’s gone, and not before time,
Some were overwrought, I’m simply over the moon,
It can’t be denied, seeing her backside was sublime
But if I ever see her two faces again it’ll be too soon.
‘So, Julia you’ve been with us a year to the day,
Sadly the evidence says you’ve outstayed your stay,
So lets review your flaws before you go on your way
With our good wishes and an even greater redundancy pay’
‘Let us peruse the views of your ex-staff, if we may?
They can contain a clue- or two- to where you went astray,
One good point is they do say you’re real hard work and no play,
Negative traits… hmmm they do go on- and on and ON, don’t they?’
‘Complaints against you… hmm, laid in endless array,
Your words of complaint about them cause me a twinge of dismay…
No, don’t tell an employee to ‘fuck off,’ the Company prefer ‘go away,’
I agree with your staff, so no argument, Julia, just go away, without delay.
Or ‘fuck off’ as you say.’