Fond farewell then, good old Boris And thanks for everything. Good-bye too to our poor Dorries, A martyr in the making. Thanks for the famous campaign bus And giving Brussel such a run. Your lies did never really fool us, But thanks for getting Brexit done. Thanks for the party; sounds like fun. We’d have been so glad to join you, We would have brought a bottle too. But invitation came there none. Instead we stayed at home in lockdown Just as you had told us. We had to run the Covid clock down In a bid to beat the virus. So p’raps farewell is not the word For one who always took the chance To act as if he were a turd. So how about instead: good riddance? Peter Morris
