Tepid on the heels of BM's limerick efforts some time ago (see here) Celebrate the appointment of our two glorious leaders on the world stage: write a Haiku.

For inspiration, here they are in all their glory, and here's a few lines of doggerel to get you started:


Most interesting thing
And useful at that, his name:
Five syllables long


The magician says
Pick a card, pick any card,
Anyone but Blair


A woman and man
In the glare of autumn sun
But who are they both





BM

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Twinkletoes entertainer Lionel Blair has reacted with outrage at a French-led snub to his ambitions to become EU president.

The septegenarian star of stage and the small screen is understood to be 'incandescent' at his effective early exclusion from the race to be the continent's figurehead.

Close friends say he would have been the best head the EU could have wished for.

But while it was clear he was now not going to come first, he was not in the habit of withdrawing, they confided.

He still hopes to pull it off in the face of his critics.

With Blair all but out of the running, Christopher Biggins is now favoured to get the plum job.

French diplomats today responded with an interesting excuse to accusations of fiscal irresponsibility for spending 245,000 euros on the construction of a never-used shower in the Grand Palace : it was art.

[insert 'allo 'allo accent here]

"Of course it was never used. It was never intended to be used. The shower was an artistic not a functional installation. A visual demonstration of Gallic strength, never to submit to the weakness of frequent washing, not like those sappy Americans with their power showers and baths the size of Versailles.


The stench of our armpits is the stench of power. And Sarko is the strongest of all. When Carla hugs him, she has tears in her eyes. Tears of a woman experiencing that 'strength' close at hand. We wanted the world to see him not showering, and cower before us."



"You think only the Czechs can do satirical art? Mais non, monsieur." they added, before flouncing out the room in a cloud of Chanel.



No wonder the Belges call deoderant a 'douche francaise'.

The original work of 'art'.