Today, Boris is leaving.
This poem comes from the beginning of the controversies, but I thought it appropriate to reuse even now.
Twas a week before Christmas and on Downing Street
A party was raging just for the elite
While ordinary people just followed the rules
Alone in their houses, being taken for fools
Some lay in the hospital, wheezing and dying
Far from the laughing and dancing and lying
Unable to hug or to hold someone’s hand
Or to smell!
Or to taste!
Or to breathe!
Or to stand!
To seek any comfort, no matter how small
It’s clear such people didn’t matter at all
When the party was done and the liars could dance
And now that it’s over, they’ve had their last chance
So resign now, PM, please get out of our sight
Merry Christmas to all
And to Boris…
Goodnight.
Now listen to me reading this:
