THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING!
A phrase both ironic and true
Now Boris is gone, it has a new ring
As we seek just one, from a few.
What a laugh, what a joke, as the candidates seek
To show off, with clichés so bland
Not for us, the inhabitants, we are the sheep
To be told what is good for our land.
Just the MPs, will study their charms
Listening to each misguided word
Then by a quick vote, suppress their alarms,
And continue this process absurd.
Wow! now we come towards the last throw,
To the Party they pass their control,
Let’s rely on True Blues, ‘in the Country, y’know!’
‘Cos they could not score an own goal!
Sadly, I fear, the best won’t be seen
As good candidates have been kicked aside
We need a new leader, not another has been
Going for the ‘Prime Minister Ride’.