International Tent-Sons … of the Dessert (aka Farage in Demand)
Nigel Farage
He sat intent
Sitting in a tent
That he had been lent
Nigel Farage
Sitting ready to vent
And also in the gents
Where his pennies were spent
All lonesome in Tulsa
In his ego a dent
As where he had been sent
Thrilled like drying cement
For Nigel’s little marquee
He’d travelled straight to from Kent
Quarantine rules were all bent
And yet nobody went