Answering questions indirectly,
the weasels of Westminster,
secretly prey on all of us.
Especially the poor,
vulnerable and elderly.
Their blue nosed mission is
as succinct as a tap dripping.
Their snouts are full of swill and their vibe
contains the sneakiest diatribe ever seen.
So while Chief Johnson and flurry of chums
scattered mixed messages.
Someone plants a seed.
Moving in all directions.
They do not socially distance.
One very feral weasel enjoys trips from Westminster to County Durham and Barnard Castle.
Enjoying his father’s woodland, and spreading traces of weasel everywhere.
You can make no comparison between the Weasels of Westminster and the human race.
A peculiar kind of creature.
You will not be able to use track or tracing devices.
Their advisors are mainly scientific,
but trying to throw them off your scent when they have
stinky sewer breath, and sneaky lying tongues.
Only the Weasels of Westminster will answer, the call from the wild.