ramblings and things
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.