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In the Court of St. Boris the Liar



It’s all their  forelocks to the fore



Much  flattery and prevarication



And  truth doesn’t  matter anymore.



With his artfully disarranged barnet



And his lopsided false leer



He’s an exert in twisting or even



Making many facts disappear.



What the heck is he hiding as he



Distracts all the newspapers



Raising hell and indignation about



His apartment decorating capers.



What nefarious deals are happening



From resources of the State



As Boris takes good care of his



Equally dodgy bezzie mates.



Is he laying up banks of gratitude 



To help him take a good grip



Of the possible consequences of 



His Quick release trouser zip.



It must be hard up at the top



When your salary’s not enough



And there’s only so many ways



Of acquiring crinkly green stuff



The future may look uncertain,



A period of financial need



A result of the way he casually 



Seems to spread his seed?



Somehow he seems to keep



His popularity and appeal



As one by one the bits fall off



His Oven Ready Brexit Deal.



But, the greatest problem for Boris,



The over promoted Party Hack,



Is when his erstwhile supporters



Turn and stab him in the back.



When our History is complied 



Will future scholars understand 



How we allowed such a person to



Rule and exploit our once proud land.



 




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