The new leader

[woolybanana]

Ah, what a lucky country to be ruled by Borees, even for a day, or Jerwmy, even for two days.

I am sure that the beloved Jonathon Swift would have had something to say!

[NormanH]

I am no Swift but here are a few words:

Apologia

pro

“No,

I'll not say sorry for all the things I've done,

The omissions

and commissions, manipulations, lies

Will be forgotten:- as I

think they say 'Time flies'.

Truth is just for losers, and after

all we won.

Pandora's jar is open? Evil has flown out ?

I

didn't put it in there, you can't blame that on me.

It's not my

fault the gullible and ignorant can't see

The facts before

their eyes. My job's to make them doubt.”

And

doubt they did. Now logic is so yesterday,

And chaos threatens.

Post-truth, clueless bullies rule.

“Experts?

Just 'soothsayers, astrologers' I'd say.

Of course it's not our

fault You believed us? You're a fool.”

Bestial

reaction's unleashed to do its worst.

You're Sick? You're Poor?

Disabled? Foreign? You are cursed.

Bullingdon

Blues

Bullingdon

bullies don't care for the mob

The disabled the old and the

sick.

They cut and they slash and they say “Get a Job”

And

their 'Solutions' are always so slick.

For Bullingdon

bullies won't need to find work

Daddy will leave them his

wealth,

In off-shore investments where tax exiles lurk

And

income is drawn down in stealth.

Bullingdon bullies are

not men of rank

And this is quite simply deduced

By the

fact that they all are in thrall to the Bank

Where nothing is

ever produced.

When Bullingdon bullies go out for a

meal

They set out to simply destroy

Some poor people's café

: so 'down at heel '

And the waiters are just' hoi-polloi'.

A

Bullingdon 'courting' comes up from behind

A young girl and just

grabs at her tits

And smirks, as he turns to the rest of his

kind

Of gilded and privileged shits.

For Bullingdon

bullies just can't abide women.

They see them as silly young

tarts.

They marry a bounty from out of the county

Who won't

notice their dandruff and farts

Yet Bullingdon Bullies

float to the top

With no effort or talent or brains

Like

turds in a toilet. It really must stop

As the country's being

flushed down the drains.

Each

Bullingdon bully's a sad sort of clown

Who likes taunting a

tramp in the street.

But he's not there for ever. Today we are

are down:

Tomorrow we can cheer his defeat-

For

Bullingdon Bullies need votes to get in.

Next time you really

must choose.

Don't let the Bullingdon Bully Boys win

And

leave the rest of us ConDemed to lose.

Boris

gambols

on

high wires

Takes

a punt

On

a stunt

Boris

gambles

And

aspires

What

a c***

Boris

lost

Raised

the stakes

Mouth

for hire

Flew

higher

Boris

makes

No

mistakes

What

a Liar

[mint]

Norman, I'd laugh if it weren't so......tragic[:(]

[mint]

Voted in by 92 000 people........democracy at its finest?

[Kong]

Norman, your poems are a joy. Big Smile

[Hoddy]

I'm struggling with the idea that I'm disappointed that Hunt didn't win.