Outbreak of lyricism stuns Commons

How's this for weird Easter stuff? First there's the story of a mystery poet attacking Gordon Brown with the following epic lines:

At Downing Street upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't Blair. He wasn't Blair again today, oh how I wish he'd go away.

And then slightly barking Theresa May goes all bardic in the chamber itself:

At Downing Street the other day, I met a man sent on his way.
Close to Gordon for many years, the PM's rants brought him to tears.
But for all this he didn't care. He was pleased to see his minister there.
He'd been important once, you know. Now Carter told him: 'You must go.'

Hmm. To which we can only respond:

There once was a clothes horse called May
Who with fashion was very au fait
Politicos leered
When she dressed odd and weird
Which is why she's less valued these days.

Thank yoo, thank yoo, we're here all week.