Andy Coulson’s memoirs shine. David Cameron’s arse is mine.

Wot you lookin' at?

Wot you lookin’ at?

Andy Coulson biding time,
Once upon a nursery rhyme.
David Cameron sweats in bed.
Memoirs of Damocles in his head.
PM pays hit-man. And he’s dead.

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