It's not that I don't like Sebastian Knight,
no, he's rather a splendid fellow.
But his views tend to be on the far end of right
and he speaks with a very loud bellow.
He 'pops in' at Christmas, to bring us a brace
and stays to consume our whisky;
and if there's a female of more than sixteen
he soon gets decidedly frisky!
He likes 'gals' who are 'horsy' and rather well-bred
with stately or statuesque figures.
And once the whisky has gone to his head
the rest of us get the sniggers.
But one Friday night I was one man short
at a party for my friend, Mia -
whose views are considerably off to the left
and who dresses in combat gear.
Sebastian turned up in full evening dress
and was giving his medals an airing.
Mia arrived in a long gypsy skirt
and very dangly earrings.
I saw their eyes meet, and I knew straight away
just what was likely to follow.
Seb was 'smitten' and Mia was 'blown away' -
They're getting married tomorrow!
Any little Seb/Mia's, as they're growing up
will face a political riddle -
their Mum to the left, or their Dad to the right?
Bet they'll stay in the boring middle.