!     THE HOLY SI'                                  k 11
                                                                 ( Siesta paper to  THE SKUNK )



                                    ? SPOT THE LOFTIE         !  

The house of commons today bore a strange visage :
Full to bursting on one side, more than half-empty on the other.
Though (the) Kammerleg had clearly had a rough night,  neither  he  nor  He  could ignore 
the importance of this state occasion,  and both made conjoined statements in support 
of  TheDeadLeeder.
The absent Labour MP's (more-than-half) were either at The Dentist or hiding in the Loos,
where a different debate raged;  more heated than the state-of-the-art toilet seats.
This concerned the merit of  'gorgeous G '   - not the  Respect  leader for sure, 
but some fine-looking Graffito :                
  ?  IRON LADY . .   .. MAY  (S)HE   RUST  IN   PIECES      ! 
No-one was owning up to perpetration,  tho'  glenda J (ms.)  expressed interest in whether 
the  G  had been scribed in the Ladies' or the gents'.  
Neel Kynock (Mr)  declared himself above&beyond suspicion in all of this  loolaa-hoohaa, 
declaring that he wasn't wholly sure where he was exactly at the time but he would either 
have been counselling some newlaboursocialists  or/and  burying  ronaldReagan again  . . 

       but(t)  we  digress  . ..         !      Spot  The  Loftie   ?    ,           ,,,          ,

And thus we get to the point in the proceedings where  theRt.Hon Pontius of Pilates is exercising
the slantsided throng with song-like reminiscence; harping on about the lack today of a lady-not-for-turning,
harking back nay yearning for  thatgoldenAge   when Class was brash    (if you had the brass) 
but bass disgrace     if  you  were  bad-ass  trash 
And then   in the mist of such melliferous content   a voice, mellowbent , mumbling some matter of 
(k)notted discontent:  
The only thing   we're likely   to be  exorcising  here   is  the demon-spirit   of  !The Devil Woman   -  Madame Medusa
And when that halfside rend the disquiet air with full-throated&spontaneous rendition of   the-best-of-UB40   !
there is,  reader ,  uproar.

. .    still  we  digress .       . .           Spot the Loftie    . ..   ?   . .          .        . .                !   




    here   we overhear a conversation  betwixt  SIKMENT LOYNE, psychological adviser and newspapermagnet,  and   TINY KLONESME, prof.

  SL :  I'm afraid, tiny, that you've run out of time/space  to tell us any more
  TK :  So you're telling me  I can't tell the reader(s)  what this   SpotTheLoftie   is all about
  SL :  Well   I could say  'yes'    butt  I would be being  less-than-honest .  . ..
  TK :  . .      .     .    so  it's a  'no'   then  ? 
  SL :                             ! Yes
 




                                                                          TINY KLONESME  (prof.)
                                                                                                          SIKMENT LOYNE   ( var. )