Old Pretender

Our Boris is over the water,
Our Johnson's spaffed over the sea;
O Euro-wog, lock up your daughter
And give him no credit for free.

Whenever he got into trouble
He'd bugger off back to Ukraine,
And posture away in the rubble;
And now he has done it again.

He vanquished the woke and remainer;
A great British statesman was he.
In literal truth, a no-brainer
His re-coronation would be.

Perhaps the pandemic infection
Killed Britons in excess amounts;
But Boris can win an election,
And that is what jolly well counts.

Our Boris lies over the water,
Our Johnson lies limp over sea;
And though we're no Putin supporter
That's not where his lies ought to be.

Algy Notts CBE