Is Boris All Done?
(With sincere apologies to John Betjeman and Miss J. Hunter Dunn)

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Is Boris all done, Is Boris all done?
‘Bring up the bodies in Libyan sun.’
With disastrous rhetoric just after tea,
The Manchester conference – you against me!

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Don’t love him, please hate him, oh! satire’s delight,
The tact of some barbed wire, the grace of a fight.
With Kipling and Limericks, armed to the teeth.
We’re basking in ridicule, it’s beyond our belief.

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Please sack him, don’t back him, please kick him away,
We can not predict what next he might say.
This joker’s from Eton, and so he does claim
A privileged background that he fights to retain.

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By plans ‘not adopted’ he’s proposing to leave,
The Tories can’t sack him, the party is peeved.
This shock-headed creature, all blazer and tie,
And now I’m enraged by Boris the Lie.

©Keith Murphy