A Catholic prayer upended.
When Carrie weeps, the Press's heart
Is full to overflowing.
When Carrie weeps, pain’s piercing dart
Stabs Dominic beyond all knowing,
Who is by sinners Cummings-fried,
On Wednesday Blasphemed, forsaken and denied.
When Carrie weeps, Meghan's wrath
Is kindling cruel Palace fires.
When Carrie weeps, poor Keith's path
Leads through Labour’s blood-soaked mires
And makes all AB gullivers moan
For the truth, love and pity for their own.
When Carrie weeps, it’s time to pray
To have Boris forgiven.
When Carrie weeps, each night and day
He must listen,
Until His and all his sproglets will
Until He pays his No 10 bill
When Carrie weeps, we all must try
To dry hers and Meghan's tears of sorrow.
When Carrie weeps, Gulliver too must cry
To glimpse a brighter Telegraph morrow,
When his Lord and Master's name is recognised
And all, in love with Corbyn adore the ***.
Amen