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On rishi’s watch, this is the sitch:
we have a glitch, a bodge to bash.
There is no stash of cash to splash,
no stitch or patch to fudge or bridge
the ditch we’re in. So scratch the itch.
Just slash, and switch a titchy dash
of dosh to buses. Drop the aitch
(ess too, natch).