Random thought - we need calypsonians

It's a shame that folk music and calypso in Bermuda is a virtually dead art. I can only imagine the tunes that Gabby or Red Plastic Bag could come up with when putting the antics of our politicians and others, into song format.

Dunkley, Dunkley, Dunkley need some ketchup...
Not for french fries...
But for his big foot;
Policeman very tired of his complaining...
without reason...

Crap, only thing I can think of that rhymes with foot is soot. Back to the drawing board.