Boris Johnson's life and lies
An Acrostic poem I attempted to make; not my best I'll be honest
Born in New York wishing to be world king
Oath to Bullingdon bullying the plebs
Remaining the only pledge he honoured
Ignominy not felt, his first affair
Sacked from his first job for libellous quote
Journeying into the house of commons
Objecting the sins of colonialism
How about another affair and child?
Never could have been him he claims
She can have public money for sex
Of course as mayor I will not stand as MP
Never forget when he did anyway
Seeing an opportunity arise
Lest we forget when he was pro-remain
'Independence' apparently could win
Fuck what's best for the people of this land
Eton's next prime minister has arrived
As foreign secretary he failed
Now having again another affair
Dodging his vow to love for the fifth time
Lifetime ambition the prime minister
Illegal party by a law he made
Even the Queen mourned her husband alone
Saying still he is an honest man
About the Creator
Hywel Latimyr
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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