The Contentment of Contempt of the Incompetent (aka Rees Mogg Lies Down on the Job)
It’s been tiring and Jacob must rest
All day he’s been doing his best
To keep open his eyes
While he lies and he lies
His posture’s not that of a guest
Because he is in his own house
It’s his home, like an heir – to a louse
So he’ll be at his ease
With his feet up (and knees)
Close his eyes and dream of killing grouse
But he’s told that he must sit up straight
And eat up all the peas on his plate
Wipe the smirk off his face
Then tie up his boot lace
His Eton nightmare’s back! Master Bate
But Rees-Mogg’s message to the whole nation
Is his hope prostrate procrastination
By his lying around
His prostate will confound
Proctological examination