FUCKING HELL, IT'S BORIS

Bumble, bumble,

Trip and tumble,

Every act a 

Clumsy fumble,

Raised on roasts

And apple crumble,

Boris

 

Mater ruffles

His wispy hair

And sees him out

Of the family lair,

“Go get ‘em tiger

My son and heir

Mumsy loves her Boris”

 

He sits his arse

In high position,

Undeserving of

His commission

Unlike his shady

Disposition,

Boris

 

Bicycles make

City air clean,

The greatest achievement 

He’s ever seen,

But never a chance 

Of turning green,

Not Boris

 

Words like “mugwump” 

And “thingamabob” 

Fall from his silver spoon

Fed gob.

Initials that also

Denote “blow job”,

Boris 

 

He sows dumb quotes

For the press, to feed ‘em,

Mumbles facts

But rarely reads ‘em,

Robs a mother

Of potential freedom,

Boris 

 

So plug his arse

And gag his mouth,

Those boo-boo gaffes

Will still come out,

Those farts that come 

From north and south,

That pudding face

To give them clout,

He’ll crash again

I have no doubt,

That pompous, awkward

Dim brained lout,

Another clown

Within the house,

A “dandy-lion” 

But much more stout,

Scurrying like

A lab test mouse,

Who let the little

Fucker out?

To flash and snort

To laugh and flout,

Though nothing’s funny

When he’s about

Except when all 

The people shout

FUCKING HELL…IT’S BORIS!

#poems #poets #political #funny

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Marc Hawkins

Thu 8th Feb 2018 18:30

Thank you, Kevin

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kJ Walker

Thu 8th Feb 2018 08:16

Loved it. I'm not a fan of Boris, but that isn't why I liked this. It rolled off the tongue perfectly.

Cheers Kevin

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