A goat doth rise with blackened hide, 'midst Tory herd she strides,
In British land, her scepter holds, their hope in her confides.
Through winter's gale, an election's tale, did lay the party low,
Now Badenoch leads, a potent seed, in Conservatism's glow.
A dog with bared teeth forewarns, 'gainst enemy's temptation,
Iran cries fouls at Israel's howls, demands reparation.
For every bite, a mirrored fight, spirals to grander chaos,
The Middle East, on violence leased, its peace does now bypass.
Of rabbits caught in flooded burrows, in Spain's Valencia cried,
With rain so fierce, defenses pierce, surely, they'd no place hide.
Yet, wise men knew, their voices few, of this impending plight,
A snail’s pace, to improve their base, invites the stormy night.
