Hog Roast (aka Foul Play at the Mogg’s Barbecue)
The Maniacal Monocled Mogg
Didn’t like pigs, he ate hog
No he wouldn’t have pork
(Not with Cameron’s fork)
Even roasted lest pores it did Clog
For he worried about his complexion
Or contracting some kind of infection
Not wanting to catch flu
The swine type, for he knew
That it might affect his re-election
No that prospect, it did not beckon
At least not to his way of reckon
For his game it was on
And off – like the gammon
His sausage? Goosed, cooked like his bacon!