Mayhem

Dis-Mayed again
Maya culpa,maya culpa,maya maxima culpa
If only the Campbells were coming
Or even Gordon Brown
What May happen
May we know?
Up the Maypole
Here we go round that blasted Bush
I hate those Blairing voices in the night
Oh,Millibank,oh Millibank,Ed and Dave are blanker
How depression bleeds your   Branches
Foolish MPs linger
I hope we’re not coming up Trumps.
Never give in to fresh air
May we complain, about May?About Time