I’m in a bind with Peter King. He is so “sound” (as Jeeves would have said) on illegal immigration, but I can’t forget all those years he spent shilling for the IRA terrorists.The chief defect of Peter KingIs all that shameless panderingHe did to psychopaths and beastsWho killed and maimed in Britain’s streets.When 9/11 struck he changed his tune.The sight of human fragments strewnIn World Trade Plaza made him mad,Though Belfast corpses never had.

Now terrorism’s no longer chic,Pete finds it much more politicTo beat the drum for border walls.You must admit, he does have chutzpah.(Sorry, I just couldn’t think of a rhyme for that last line.)