SITTING NEXT DOOR TO BORIS
(A re-post from a couple of years ago. But how fashions come round again! It was prompted by the joker who approached Theresa May at the rostrum of the Tory Party Conference to give her a P45, claiming Boris had sent her. How Boris must "love it when a plan comes together"!)
Cammie called George when he got the word
He said “ I suppose you’ve heard about Boris?”
George rushed to the telly, put the news on live
He could hardly believe his eyes
There was Treeza with her P45
They weren’t playground friends from the same posh school
They weren’t teenage sweethearts love made into fools
But for several years she’s been sitting next door to Boris.
She took him for a rogue and a lovable fool
A slow-swimming sperm from a small gene pool
For all the time she’d been sitting next door to Boris.
But no, he’s not a bumbler and nor was he thick
His tomfool buffoonery was all a clever trick
While he plotted for the time he’d get called for by the Palace
The clue was always there in his Oxford degree
A scholar of Classics and of History
He could quote Aristotle and Virgil and from Horace
She brought him in the Cabinet – a shock to me and you
As Foreign Office Secretary with Hard Brexit views
Cos she thought his appointment would be his poisoned chalice
She shared his vision of a One Nation state
She thought their fortunes were entwined by Fate
She never saw his hate while she was sitting next door to Boris.
Now she’s found he wasn’t dozy and nor did he lack
Ambition or the two-face gall to stab her in the back
But planned for her sack while she was sitting next door to Boris.