In the Ball, he think he is the belle

Politicians come in many grades
Oxford Cambridge,Eton,Harrow Hill
But with Johnson miming humour I’m afraid

With a merry smile, he must get laid
Are his ladies ever on the pill?
Politicians come in many grades

What we do confuses what we say
Does he pay his mistresses and  tell?
With him miming humour I’m afraid

See him looking angry on the dais
No-one likes his jokes, they make us ill
Politicians come in many grades

He  conquers but now so much  is displayed
He is not so jovial on his hill
With his  so called humour I’m afraid

In the Ball he think he is the belle
Britain has no comedy, it’s Hell
Politicians come in many grades
With Johnson’s antic humour I’m dismayed