Bojo was not a good man

(With apologies to AA Milne:)

Bojo was not a good man

He had his little ways

And sometimes he would lie and cheat

For days and days and days

And when he went to meetings

And tried to shake the hands

Of clever, tidy people

From lots of other lands

They turned their backs upon him

As if he wasn’t there

And Bojo stood and looked confused

And shook hands with thin air

Bojo was not a good man

And no good friends had he

Except the ones who drank champagne

And supped illegally

And when he stood and blustered

Infront of the MPs

More and more and more of them

Said this is all just sleaze

Bojo was not a good man

Yet he had his hopes and fears

They’d let him spout his nonsense

For years and years and years

But when he compared Brexit

To people fleeing war

No-one shouted ‘we agree’

And no-one asked for more

And when he wrote his Christmas list

He didn’t ask for candy

He wrote ‘a massive cover-up

Would really come in handy’

But what came in his stocking

Did not come from the shops

Instead he got a questionnaire

‘With love from all the cops’

Bojo is not a good man

He isn’t good at all

He bounces out excuses

Like an india-rubber ball

And when the other leaders

Leave him standing on his own

It seems perhaps once and for all

His cover’s truly blown

They know he’s not a good man

They do not need to try

From start to finish, top to tail

Bojo is just a lie.