Poor Cameron can’t understand/
Why things didn’t go as he planned,/
But though it’s depressing,/
There is just one blessing – /
The book’s earned him 800 grand!///
Poor Cameron can’t understand/
Why things didn’t go as he planned,/
But though it’s depressing,/
There is just one blessing – /
The book’s earned him 800 grand!///
The President’s seeking to dump/
Some light bulbs that give the old chump/
An orangey hue/
With which they imbue/
No person on earth except Trump.///
A French firm was ordered to pay/
When one of its staff passed away,/
For Xavier X/
Who died during sex,/
Pegged out on the job, judges say.///
A court found proroguing to stimey,/
As Johnson has done, rather grimy -/
It’s very unlawful/
And also quite awful,/
Misleading the number one limey.///
The White House advisor John Bolton,/
Who liked it so hot it was molten,/
Fell out with the chief,/
A source of relief/
To countries he urged an assault on.///
Poor gullible dupe Amber Rudd/
Is shocked to find Johnson a dudd/
Whose actions reveal/
His talk of a deal/
Is just a big mountain of crudd.///
Old Boris, who says ‘girly swot’,/
And similar jolly old rot,/
Who reeks of misogyny/
And can’t count his progeny,/
Continues to win diddly-squat.///
Old Robert Mugabe of Zim/
Saw life there get ever more grim,/
One-time liberator/
Turned ageing dictator,/
Deposed once the problem was him.///
A DNA study reveals/
No sharks, sturgeon, lizards or seals/
Alive in Loch Ness -/
The monster, they guess,/
Is probably oversized eels.///
As Boris’s plan went Pete Tong,/
Alone in the Westminster throng,/
House leader incumbent/
Rees-Mogg lay recumbent/
And dreamed of his mother’s chaise longue.///