Class clowns in dry wellies

And, suddenly, all at once
Keen to appease, the drips
From the City came wading
On in like class clowns in
Dry wellies with frowns for
The telly and vacuous phrases
Prepared in the chopper to
Counter the anger in unfriendly
Places but coming a cropper
With reddening faces, resorted
To gesture and tedious cliché,
Attended the Media then went