Post date: Jun 13, 2014 7:03:06 PM

Looking through the archives, I realised that I haven't written any poetry for about two years. How time flies. I suppose you could call this a bit of a drought on the writing front, so it's ironic that I've been spurred into writing action by Boris Johnson's acquisition of a water cannon. It's my personal view that Johnson is a nasty, ambitious, scheming careerist who thinks that he can pull the wool over the electorate's eyes by pretending to be a harmless eccentric. Readers are welcome to disagree.

He's only making plans for Boris

wolf in clown clothing he's everyone's chum

buffoon buys a cannon - all harmless fun

reclaim the streets from the plebs and the scum

affable, laughable chimp with a gun

when taken to task affects naughty boy

bearing to riffs re. the next hosepipe ban

thinks us too half soaked to see through the ploy

power by stealth, it's all going to plan

circus confetti won't wash anymore

nor will a balloon to comb a man's hair

who thinks he's a shoe in cleaning the floor

of all in his path to be Tory heir

apparent despite his bumbling schtick

we know he's transparent; he thinks we're thick

Copyright Helên Thomas