Ode to Anthony Charles Lynton Blair

You would not use honest, open or believable for Tony Blair,
The man who killed soldiers, and put many in a wheelchair,
The man who knew how to smile as he was being unfair,
He and his rich wife grew richer, and dined out at Mayfair,
As his fight for other's oil, he fought with flair,
And smiled at the camera in his suit and tie of mohair,
While his Weapons of Mass Destruction, could be found nowhere,
The unemployed, grew desperate, and filled with despair,
The voters hatred for him grew heavier than the very air,
Most voters wishing him pain, remorse or an electric chair,
His smarmy smile gleaming, as the UK fell into disrepair,
Married ultra-rich Cherie, QC, future Queen's Counsel there,
Then started the successful 'get-richer-quick' funfair,
He mastered with her help, the effective use of hot-air,
He continues to make a fortune and lies as well as any Blair,
Of his nepotism I was jealous, and his coat of camel-hair!