THE INTERVIEW
Iain Anderson went on TV,
but was no match for Beth Rigby.
He looked in shock
and went off half cock,
unable to sound coherent
as a genderwoo adherent.
He couldn’t get his answers out,
yet did a good line in facial pout.
He ummed and ahhed like it’s a sport,
glib excuses were his retort.
If the top of stonewall sounds so daft
I dread to think how they are staffed.
The support dog is now on overtime
after Iain’s almighty non-sublime
witterings of total incoherence.
His words showed up such impotence.
Just general buzz words were his stance,
as we all looked on with complete askance.
I bet he wished he hadn’t bothered.