IDS is odious.
Oh, to be in a fine mess.
Laurel, Hardy. Never tardy.
Ghouls and fools, Satanic bless.
Ian Duncan Smith’s a shite.
No room at inn? Go fly a kite.
Get on yer bike. Go take a hike.
Where’s Spartacus? His head I’ll spike.
I’ll crucify all of the poor.
I’ll grind your bones to dust and stoor.
Fifty seven pounds of meat.
Human flesh for me to eat.