In the rose garden of elect’ral delight,
The lovers did pledge their own parties’ troth.
They declared the end of eternal night,
And banishèd Gordon Brown’s fearsome wrath.
To the assembled press, they said, “Forever,
“We shall govern with heart and soul as one.
“The greatest love torn asunder? Never!”
And thus a Commons majority, won.
Yet the darkness from ancient hate so strong.
Simmered, but never really went away.
In vain did Cameron plead, “You are wrong!
“I tried, it’s my party not me, please stay!”
But Nick pledged to kill the Election Bill
So that his party might just survive still.