WHERE’S THE MONEY, DIDO?

Where’s the money, Dido?

Where’s the bloody dosh?

You took the cash 

then made a dash – 

corruption is awash.

Where’s the money, Fido?

Where’s the sodding wonga?

Your ‘track and trace’

was a disgrace – 

we’ll take your tosh no longer.

Where’s the money, Dildo?

Where’s the goddamn coin?

You grabbed the haul

and spaffed it all – 

you squander and purloin.

Where’s the money, Lie-do?

The chips, the bucks, the bread?

We’ve paid our tax

so grab that axe

and shout

‘OFF WITH HER HEAD!!’

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(Dido Harding, businessperson and cheat, who is also married to a top level Tory, squandered billions of pounds on a failed 'Track and Trace' system during the pandemic. We still don't know what happened to the moolah. The poem above is about that. It is a very silly poem and in no way condones violence.)