NaPoWriMo Catch-up: Bloody Noxious Politics

Your bulldog's badly photoshopped,
your soldiers are all thugs
with medals for the Battle of Hoth
blu-tacced to their jugs;

your priest's a skinny Simon Beale
playing Reverend Bantheburqa; 
your leader loiters in a field,
an agricultural lurker,

inspecting sheep's ethnicity
by feeling their equipment,
and reduced to begging that we
watch a cartoon on your website

which looks like it was knocked up
by Rolf Harris on remand:
it's the election broadcasting
equivalent of spam,

and bizarrely predicated
on a mystifying basis:
that Nigel Farage, basically, 
just isn't PROPERLY racist!