Well, who would have thought it? Parliament has been rudely interrupted by the Boris , just because he wants to tour farms, fisheries and factories in an attempt to show us that he really understands how this country works. Just shut up shop, stop all debate and swan around the countryside with a hapless media in your wake.
Nothing for it, I must turn to poetry in my hour of need:
All The Bs.
Banksy, will you paint us out of this mess?
A graphic picture of Boris might do
Floppy and bouffant in his style and dress
Politicians have failed, along with Press
No one can decide what course to pursue
Banksy, will you paint us out of this mess?
Now we will have a buffoon, more or less,
To sit in Number Ten with his own crew
Floppy and bouffant in his style and dress
Perhaps a timely portrait will add stress
To the phrase,”Boris, we do not want you”
Banksy, will you paint us out of this mess?
How Boris can rule is anyone’s guess
He is crass, lacking insight, nothing new
Floppy and bouffant in his style and dress
Boris cares only for his own image
Now entering as the joker on stage
Floppy and bouffant in his style and dress
Banksy, please do paint us out of this mess.
Gail Webb
2 replies on “Poeting in These Prorogued Times!”
Love it! In these bizarre political times the letter B is the most appropriate in so many ways..
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Thanks Lytisha, much appreciated😆
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