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
