Is he lurking in the shadows,
hiding under stairs,
watching round the corner
to catch you unawares?
Is he snaking through the shrubbery,
waiting beneath the bed?
Is he prowling in the darkness?
This bogeyman’s not dead.
We thought we’d seen the last of him.
We’d wished him bon voyage.
But like the proverbial bad penny,
Here comes Nigel Farage.
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