AWAY WITH THE VIRUS
(To the tune of Away In The Manger)
Away with the fairies it’s often been said,
Johnson’s incompetent but very well read,
But come forth a virus and response was there none,
For this is a man who must please everyone.
Whence came then the vaccine, our hero awoke,
And took all the plaudits as if t’were bespoke,
But the virus replied “Don’t mess with me spikes,
‘Cos I can mutate whenever I likes”
Poor Boris was flummoxed, the virus then spread,
Be sure to be boosted else you will be dead,
But hark who’s this saviour, the man of the hour,
Overweight and boisterous, he’s an absolute shower.
Take care what you wish for from lockdown to sleaze,
He thought being PM would just be a breeze,
How wrong could he be about the job of his life,
But who’s running the country, is it him or his wife?
Then Christmas was cancelled, don’t mingle or mix,
The lockdown guidelines said no party tricks,
But from No 10 all we heard was good cheer,
As they played party games and quaffed much wine and beer
The pandemic was surging we stayed home alone,
But those who partied must surely atone,
Let’s start with Johnson who fostered this mess,
Stand up, be a man and finally confess,
You’re a disgrace to the country and all of us,
It’s time to resign without further fuss.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
