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