Julian Assange and Nigel Farage
Just the two of them, no entourage.
A clandestine rendezvous on a spring morning,
Unexpected, rushed, without warning.
Secrets shared in breathless whispers,
Poignant comradeship, laughter, tears.
Half -spoken words, a pat on the back
Subtle handshake, a knowing smile.
Good old Nigel, a faithful mate.
He will stand by you, Julian. Have faith!
Nige is discreet, your secrets are safe
He will never ever reveal your tale.
Trust in Nigel, he will deliver your message.
He didn't crack, though Sky News was insistent
The secret is not out in the open
Despite the pressure from Adam Boulton.
He will visit again, Julian. Don't doubt
Nigel's loyalty, comradeship, vows.
He will be your confessor, a shoulder to cry on,
your knight in shining armour, your sunrise and dawn.
Assange and Farage - so touching together
Now linked by covert affairs forever.
Two kindred spirits cruelly divided
By the Embassy walls, with no escape provided
(By Nara Hodge on 10/3/2017)
