The two of these lying toads deserve each other!!
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T’was Dominic, the slithy tove | |
Did gyre in government betrayed; | |
All mimsy were the Johnsonites, | |
And the cabinet millionaires outgrabe. | |
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“Beware the Boris clown, my son! | 5 |
The jaws that lie, the claws that grab! | |
Beware the slogans, and shun | |
The frumious Brexit turd!” | |
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Cummings took his vorpal sword in hand: | |
Long time the cabinet foe he sought— | 10 |
So rested he by the toxic tree, | |
And stood awhile in thought. | |
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And as in loutish thought he stood, | |
The Johnson clown, with eyes of flame, | |
Came dithering through the covid wood, | 15 |
And burbled as it came! | |
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One, two! One, two! And through and through | |
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! | |
He left it dead, and with its head | |
He went galumphing back. | 20 |
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“And hast thou slain the Johnson clown? | |
With his lying slogans to deploy? | |
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” | |
Cummings chortled in his joy. | |
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T’was Dominic, the slithy tove | 25 |
Who lied and sneered in the wabe; | |
All flimsy were his excuses, | |
And the pair of them outgrabe. |