@msolga,
"Godwin Grech."
Rawther Dickensian, or perhaps Seussesque?
He made Mal foam, he made him quvetch,
He made old Turnbull loud invetch:
"Rudd's dishonest! Rudd's a wretch!
He must not steer our national ketch!"
But then he faltered, 'gan to quail,
Empurpled features turned quite pale,
No wind to fill his falt'ring sail,
His albatross? A fake email!!!
Encalmed upon that awful sea,
The sun glares down most pitilessly
"Oh ship-mates, do not glare at me!
It's really not my fault, you see!
"It was not I the truth did stretch,
Oh do not throw me from our ketch,
The villain's quite another wretch,
Our Jonah's name is GODWIN GRECH!"