A poem for Tony

Tony - Could I have a word before you go?

There's a few things that I'd like to know,

No, don't be aghast - it's a pretty small task,

Compared to Iraq, it's a stroll in the park,

It's just a few questions I'd like to ask.

Tony - you always used to say,
That sleaze was the Tory way,
And I always believed, that you'd never deceive,
So could you explain please - without legalese,
Why all your advisors are being quizzed by police?

Tony - if you could just drop me a line,
It'll only take a minute of your time,
Because I'm going spare; I'm pulling at my hair,
Tony, it hardly seems fair, that Gordon should despair,
While a slick-new Tory says he's your heir.

And Tony, what about twenty-four hour drinking?
And super casinos - just what were you thinking?
I know it'll be tricky to get together,
So perhaps you could pen me a letter,
And tell me, was this what you meant by 'things can only get better?'