This week’s rubbish vaguely topical poem written in under five minutes – Young Tristram Hunt

Young Tristram Hunt

He took a punt

On some Question Time fun

His lips they curled

His voice, it snarled

And he had a pop at a nun.


Young Tristram Hunt

His head did dunt

As the story did run

The tweets they flowed

(With comic gold)

The story needed unspun.


Young Tristram Hunt

The stupid runt

Took one look at The Sun –

A press release

With verbal grease:

He’d always respected the nuns.

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I watch the telly and read when not doing law stuff and plugging my decade and a half old unwatched Edinburgh fringe show.
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