The minister Jacob Rees-Mogg,/
Who’s now taken charge of the BOG*,/
Must find something good/
From Brexit that could/
Conceivably rescue Big Dog.///
*Department of Brexit Opportunities and Government efficiency
The minister Jacob Rees-Mogg,/
Who’s now taken charge of the BOG*,/
Must find something good/
From Brexit that could/
Conceivably rescue Big Dog.///
*Department of Brexit Opportunities and Government efficiency
A spinner of grown-up renown/
Brought in to protect Johnson’s crown/
Has launched his new drive/
With “I Will Survive”/
And “he’s not completely a clown”.///
KP has come under attack/
From some kind of ransomware hack,/
Whose impact is grave/
For all those who crave/
A regular savoury snack.///
Three fellows, Jack, Martin and Dan/
Resigned, and must carry the can/
So Big Dog who raved,/
He hopes, can be saved/
From Big Dogshit hitting the fan.///
While Johnson continues to cavil,/
His slur about Starmer and Savile/
Has lost him Munira,/
The post-Boris era/
Approaching as networks unravel.///
Some postal staff working in Clapham/
Found hash cakes, so rather than scrap ’em,/
They took a few bites/
And got high as kites,/
For which their employer will rap ’em.///
In Sweden they’re teaching the crow,/
A very smart bird, as we know,/
To pick up the butts/
Some species of klutz/
Named human can’t learn not to throw.///
In Peckham they’re chilling the bubbly,/
They don’t mind if Del Boy’s in trouble, ‘e/
Got hold of some plates/
To sell to his mates/
To mark the Queen’s luvverly Jubbly!/
A software developer, Josh,/
Said “Gracious, my word, golly gosh!/
The Times buying Wordle/
Means this clever nerd’ll/
Come into a whole load of dosh!”///
“Joe’s podcast”, said Neil, “is baloney,/
With stuff about vaccines that’s phony,/
So I’m thinking wotify/
Pull out of Spotify?”/
“Let’s do it, right on!”, agreed Joni.///