Anne Widdecombe

I wrote this poem to Carruthers and Pugwash. RIP. Goodness gracious what is that It’s Mr. Pugwash my black cat Good gracious are there others? Yes indeed my cat Carruthers!And also: Carruthers likes mothers For his afternoon nap He curls up in Gran’s lap.I am head whiplash of the conservative party. I work my way up the ranks in a strict regime of terror and torture. I like to not brush my teeth. People admire my buttocks, strong and stealthy like my grip over the country. Noone will take my cats away, I will have them promptly stuffed like my grandparents.