Face is red, hair product is blue,
They voted for him, what can you do?
Seemed a nice guy, game for a laugh
Bouncing about, playing wiff waff
Then came power, he started to change
Like an old dog spotted with mange
First he got sick, his policies sicker
Ministers angry, started to bicker
A chancellor gone, what was his name?
The mean streets of Bristol his claim to fame
Somewhere near Woodstock a real statesman spins
While an ersatz Churchill guffaws and grins
The crisis he yearned for here at last
Posturing nightly should be a blast
But though he really has news for you
It’s not going like he thought it would do
Someone to follow, someone to lead
Not posture and pose, a comedy feed
And while bumble and bluster amuse for a while
Covid-19 doesn’t flee at a smile
So cometh the hour, cometh the man
Let’s hope he arrives as soon as he can.