Is he lurking in the
shadows,
hiding under stairs,
watching round the
corner
to catch you unawares?
Is he snaking through
the shrubbery,
waiting beneath the bed?
Is he prowling in the
darkness?
This bogeyman’s not
dead.
We thought we’d seen
the last of him.
We’d wished him bon
voyage.
But like the proverbial
bad penny,
Here comes Nigel
Farage.
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