I see you all there, hiding in the corners,You're like an army of well suntanned stalkers.
You keep coming to see if I’ve given more offence
To that fine African nation that gave the world the Fez.
Or is that Morocco? I really can't be certain.
I do know it's where Judy bought kitchen curtains.
Well, no more shall I insult good old Tunisia
I’ve got bigger nations to fry, like Bulgaria.
I insulted you with a little tale that was mostly fiction,
Some fact, but wrapped in my immaculate diction.
But now I'm happy that you kept on coming by.
The Guardian lot didn't, nor did Stephen Fry.
