The Buffoon and the Toff
The buffoon and the Toff will see Mrs May off.
With their Eton swagger, their cloak and dagger;
There is no doubt, they’ll bowl her out.
Bojo and Mogg, lost in their Brexit fog,
Will open up the rift while careering to the cliff,
And never take the blame, for damage of their fame.
Shambling and strutting, iffing and butting;
What a strange pair, the penguin and the bear;
Eyeing up the prize with their little piggy eyes.
They’ll hang her out to dry and never give a why;
With their posturing and frolics, it’s all just dirty pol’tics.
You stab me and I’ll stab you, any knife will do.
Do they care about you and me or the future of the country?
No, they don’t give a fig, the skunk and the pig;
From their ivory tower it’s only ever about the power.
For the jugular they are slashing with their silly Brexit bashing.
You don’t need a brain to see it’s all a game.
And when they’re all through in – their lying and their doing
They’ll leave us all in ruin.
Ain’t it all a shame.
Opher – 2.10.2018
I wrote this for the Tory conference as they were all vying for position as we come to the last bend.
The manoeuvring is nearly done. The knives are out.
Brexit is in sight.
When they’ve successfully blamed her for the mess they’ll hang her out to dry.
Anybody who is under the illusion that this anything to do with what is best for us, the people, needs to wake up. This is all about power, nothing more. They’ll sell their granny for a few more votes.