And one more poem seening as how the MPs are annoying me so much

Justice

The MPs are instructed that they must now repay
Some of the dodgy cash that they have spirited away.
They arrogantly stand, rolling out their weak defences
Blaming the rules in place for claiming their expenses.

They fought so that no details would ever be disclosed
But fifty two percent of them have so far been exposed,
They had no choice, the truth was out and so the Police arrived
To investigate the quite amazing claims they had contrived.

Just as we began to think that we had seen the worst,
And that this foul, salacious bubble had, at last burst,
The Police have charged some MPs with what’s amounting
To stealing our cash through criminally false accounting.

And Gordon Brown Prime Minister, the whip did soon withdraw
On discovering that they were searching through the law
For some aged clause that would leave them quite exempt
From the law of the land which they treat with such contempt.

All is not however lost, for if just one good MP
Resigns their seat right now and makes clear the way for me.
I’ll enter the House of Commons before they hold the next election
And I too shall employ the rules of “Privilege” protection.

For if they can’t be touched for the things that they have done
Then under these same rules, I too could have some fun.
So be careful squirming thieves, when next you see the Mace
For it may be heading, at speed, towards your face.

And when at last, all these swine have drawn their final breath
On live TV, the BBC, bludgeoned to death
I’ll explain that these men themselves have attested
That for deeds committed in the House one cannot be arrested.

So if you feel there’s mileage in “Bludgeon a crook”
Then why not start up a group, right now, on Facebook?
When we have a million names, we’ll be hard to ignore
And then we’ll give new meaning to “The long arm of the law.”