‘Boris Johnson is the new Prime Minister. He is being backed by the Bookmakers to stay long-term and is already odds-on to win the next general election. Johnson has made history by becoming the first ever favourite to beat a rival in the Conservative Party Leadership election, as he recorded almost double the votes of his opponent – Foreign secretary Jeremy Hunt’ (Press release today)
Listen up young Boris,
although you do show promise,
please do not overdo it –
for you very nearly blew it
in your rhetoric to the House.
One cannot help but grouse
when you promise a Nirvana
although every last Piranha
from Phil Hammond through to Hunt
is out looking for the punt
that might soon give you the push.
Each foul Remainer ambush
from the far left to the centre
is akin to a placenta
still determined yet to tie us
to the Brussels sprout pariahs.
So do not over-promise
for Heaven’s sake, young Boris –
not every last clitoris
is put there for the licking –
you’re far better to be sticking
to a clean no-nonsense Brexit –
or else you might soon exit
Stage Right into the wings
of those dead pettifoggings
that dog every opportunist
who must have all power soonest
and thus always fails to see
each last opportunity
that might set the People free.
The sole purpose of the preceding doggerel (apart from light relief and a thinly-veiled pitch to be the next poet laureate) is to remind everyone that Boris Johnson is a means to an end. That end objective is the destruction of blocist process, and its endless desire to shut up every last eccentric human being on the planet.
Better an entertaining doggerel than an enclosing catechism. When it comes to Boris, my mantra is this: set a thief to catch a thief.