A Poem About Rupert Murdoch and an Unhumble Pieman

Old Uncle Rupert was sitting in London,
Defending his media biz.
But telephone hackings had gotten quite nasty,
And one chap would have none of this.

He run up to Rupert and gave him a present,
Though not the sort Rupert would crave,
He threw at old Rupert an object so gooey,
It was a big pie made of

SHAVING CREAM!
BE NICE AND CLEAN!
Shave every day, and you'll always look keen!

:-D

Okay, I took liberties with the meter of that old novelty record, but what the hay, I gotta have some fun! :-)