He was sent to Kirkaldy High School for an academic hothouse education,
He was rebellious then, before he came to lead the Nation,
His political desires, were planned, not an aberration,
He drove himself on, towards number Ten's accommodation.
I remember the grumpy, rich, bullying, unelected Labour Leader James Gordon Brown,
He brought little cheer to voters, and proletariat, but often a scowl or a confused frown,
He's sit counting his fortune at No 10, smoking a cigar in his silk dressing gown,
Thinking up new ways to destroy and bring the Country down.
His personal fortune, like Tony Blair's, grew massive and obscene,
His already limited personality, turned from plastic to arrasene,
His meteoric political career, got riddled with gangrene,
His bullying and nepotism caused many a kerfuffle and scene.
To act civil and kind, he never did attempt,
His nasty streak, I found beyond contempt,
His expense claim for a summer House, seemed exempt,
He always appeared rough, craggy, and unkempt.
On talking to the voters, he never seemed very keen,
He saw personal profit, from the UK going more European,
The task of convincing the voters, he found to be Herculean,
His conversation skills, could not be called Shakespearean.
His leadership skills, reminded me of Al Capone,
He was never going to be creative, like the old Gladstone,
He's chew his gums, as he exercised his famous jawbone,
His leaving office in shame, I for one, did not bemoan!
