Author’s Remarks:
Those of you who previously weren’t aware of the exceptionally high esteem that I’ve always held Jeremy Corbyn in both as an outstanding and principled human being and a conscientious MP, or for that matter that I’m explicitly committed to assisting him in every conceivable way that I persuasively can in his credible and justifiable mission to become the next leader of the Labour Party, then you have either just moved to earth from a different planet in the outer reaches or the universe or having emigrated there have after a long sojourn there decided to return home, in which case I extend my warmest welcome to you and categorically state that I fully understand why it is that you’d be unfamiliar with what’s going on.
To the rest of you however: the legions of dim-wits and intellectually challenged who serve as the willing manipulative “Useful Idiots” of the Nazi-Zionist Tories, their Labtory conspirators and toadying so-called mainstream media that feed you the garbage they want and that you enthusiastically consume, because poor silly sods that you are you don’t know any better, I shan’t spoil Jeremy Corbyn’s parade by telling you here - in this celebratory poem about him – and in my usual characteristic language what I really think of you; but I have a feeling that you already know how much, to put it mildly, that I utterly despise you.
So instead I’ll just confidently finish off by cheerfully saying to the Great Man Jeremy Corbyn; all the very best for Saturday 12 September 2015.