PAM Davey, Oh dear me... what a pickle...

what a stew, Have you realised yet, you’re not in office just for you.

Even when you were voted out, you crawled back on the scene.

Dear lady, it should not be you! You!

You! I think it quite obscene.

Folk who are voted in any establishment, represent the masses, Trouble with you Pam Davey, you never attended those classes.

I realise anything, wearing a blue rosette is automatically elected, Someone said, if a donkey wore one, it wouldn’t get rejected.

Pam, why are you turning down a free extravaganza?

Is it something someone said?

We, the rate payers of Droitwich want it, so please, get that straight in your head?

If you Pam, don’t want the Queen’s Jubilee to coincide with the free festival of water, That’s your choice, but you’re supposed to represent us, you’re not, and I think you oughta.

I guess all those who voted for you last time there was an election, Wishing they had voted someone else amongst the varied selection.

They only have themselves to blame for this appalling turn of event, Pam, you should be ashamed of yourself, it’s about time that you went.

Disgusted of Droitwich.