
Katherineethics, poetry, reflections, Thinkings and poems December 13, 2019 1 Minute
Boris Johnson thrown out by his wife
Now he has a different tole in life
He has a girlfriend will he have more kids?
Lucian Freud was surely up for this
They say he might have had perhaps thirty two
With all that sperm what is a man to do?
He could take Precautions as they say
I prefer icecream but let’s go stray
Lucian Freud was not a man to rule
They say he once burned down his own Art School
He married once, he married twice but no
He would not be captured in Soho
Beautiful and strange he made his mark
Boris Johnson has a nuclear heart
Winter will come down upon us all
Europe we are sad, almost appalled
Sadness for the surgeon who cured me
The cancer grew like rampant lush ivy
He is Greek and no-one else was skilled
To leave me looking better than God willed
Will he go back to where his grandad came?
Say a little prayer for my dear face
I don’t want to suffer but all will
We’ll die sooner, sadly Boris kills
The NHS is going slowly to its grave
Watched by men who look without a face