Bulls

The bull is a huge animal
Strong and powerful
If it could speak
Would it say anything useful

My friends
The bull already speaks
He is a Tory MP
He spits, and snorts

Foams at the mouth
His intellect palpable
His eyes focussed
As he sees red and gets ready

Ready to charge
At the twisting cloth
He goes back
Hooves scour the green carpet

Charge!
His rhetoric is fearsome
Arguments insurmountable
Ring hot with his breath

His prey whimpers
As he prepares his a posteriori
Neurons firing he charges for the red
But the yellow jumps on the back

A roar is heard
Order Order!
Boos and accusations of foul play
Yet the beast is slain in fair game