Good Grief

To his best chum says Britain's Head Boy:
"All grief is political joy!
When crowds come and boo,
Just have a boo-hoo,
Like me with my dead baby boy!"

The cathedral is filled to capacity
As they plant the doyenne of rapacity.
Does George shed a tear,
Or is it a mere
Increase in his normal sebacity?

Whatever expedience forges
This weepy persona of George's,
It's all very moving
And jolly improving
And uplifts a good many gorges.