The name is Blair. That’s Tony Blair.
I fill my foes with woes, despair.
My cutting edge is quick and deft.
I think they’ve got the point, the left.
I am not stirred by shark attack:
My style is strictly Shake’n’Vac.
My sense of derring-don’t is fabled.
My enemies are all disabled.
I’ve been to Q. He can complete
My policy ejector seat.
You see me trim. My heel? I’ve ground it.
I haven’t lost the plot. I found it.