So you vote UKIP,
How very interesting,
You’re like a blue chip
I’d not want to invest in,
A chartered cruise-ship
Wrecked on a reef,
An emergency loo trip
Which affords no relief,
A blight-infested tulip
I’d like to walk on,
A snooker cue-tip
I wouldn’t put chalk on.
UKIP
We’re Only Writing Poems For Nigel
Nigel Farage
Had a forage
In a U-SKIP
And in a half-used
Pot of pesto
Found the UKIP
Manifesto.