Please convey my greetings to the SPA and the UN monitoring team with this little ditty.

Perhaps it could be an anthem entitled, ?God Help Our Motherland? (sung to the tune of ?Oh Mr Porter what shall I do, I wanted to go to Birmingham but you took me off to Crewe.?)

Ode to the SPA

?Oh seven parties what shall we do?
You bent over backwards to please the Maobadi.
Now every time you hiccup, they?ll hurry back to war:
Oh seven parties what silly men you are!?
That?s how it looks from a cold, northern climate.

KA Tamang,
Middlesborough