I don't know what all the fuss is about.
These LibDems are so hyper-sensitive.
Robin Cook never flinched
when I used to call him
"You Ginger Scotch Conshi Git."
Neil Kinnock always laughs when I yell
down the corridor "There goes the
Ginger Welsh Windbag".
And Hazel Blears loves it when I say
"Morning to the
Ginger Dwarf-Bitch from Salford."