What is the matter with Leaky Sue?
Her sense is amiss, her morals askew
You give her a secret, it trickles straight through
At running the country she hasn’t a clue
What is the matter with Leaky Sue?
The meanest of fiends she will strive to outdo
You hand her a brief and a mess will ensue
She hasn't the wit of a stick of bamboo
What is the matter with Leaky Sue?
There’s not been a less fit MP hitherto
The fungus will grow and the rot will accrue
So let us endeavour to cook up a coup
What is the matter with Leaky Sue?
She dreams of a flight to Rwanda or two
She’s no good for me and she’s no good for you
The size of her brain could be labelled ‘bijou’
What is the matter with Leaky Sue?
She babbles and blabbers to all of her crew
The end of this poem now hoves into view
But, just like Leaky Sue, it is rather unsatisfactory.
