A Bleatish Man

A bleatish man is a tory one,
As free as a mountain bird.
His energetic lips,
Make merry merry quips.
And dictatorial words.

A UK man is a Labour one,
As free as a harbour fish.
He's very very fit.
And makes arm fists,
At dictatorial words.

An Asylum man,
Eats from tin cans,
Because he knows no bleatish words.
But he knows the beans are good.
And it is called food.
To feed his hungry ones.

I don't want to bleat,
Or be a fair twit.
I just want to eat my beans.
Because it means,
My stomach gets full.
And that is the first rule.

Get your house in order,
Before you order,
Others to do the same.
Otherwise you'll wane,
And go insane.
And you'll be the one to blame!