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That grin has morphed into a frown
Think Coco, not the drink, the clown
And to think we laughed at Gordon Brown
The politically correct word for prick is Johnson
Never thinks past Watford Gap
London and Home Counties is his only map
We’ll be wiping his arse after years of his crap
The politically correct word for prick is Johnson.
If this new variant will be his swan song
Then it’s hip hip hooray for Omicron
While he and Carrie will just swell the throng
The politically correct word for prick is Johnson.
Every comment seems to stoke a fire
And confirm to people that he’s just a Liar
Should have left him on that zip wire
The politically correct word for prick is Johnson.
Who’d have thought to toe the party line
Would involve late night meetings with cheese and wine
But the attendees think it’s fine
Because they’re led by a flaccid Johnson.
Nigel Lloyd lives on the west coast of Ireland, but is originally from Leicester. 21st-century Poetry is edited by Andy Croft, email [email protected].
