I sat in the marquee listening,
Listening to the member of parliament
Standing on the stage,
Drivelling on about nothing of interest.
On and on he went,
Looking around I saw all were bored.
But then it happened
We all became disturbed
As the marquee started to move.
We did not understand it,
But then I looked out
And saw we were being lifted,
Lifted from the ground.
The idiot on the stage
Had vented so much hot air
That the marquee was sailing,
Sailing up into the sky.
No wonder the Houses of Parliament
Was built with such heavy bricks,
To keep it on the ground
With all that hot air
Being vented by those parliamentarians.