The Greatest Buffoon Ever. Poem by David Wood

They elected a buffoon
To the highest office
In the light of the moon,
A simple name of Boris.

Without common sense
Or wit, or charm,
He speaks verbal flatulence,
Does nothing to restore calm.

With words laden heavy
Like ‘Get Brexit Done'
Brexit is ‘Oven Ready'
Is anything but fun.

When the country starts to sink
In austerity, poverty and despair
The economy continues to shrink
The buffoon will still be there.

Covid a catastrophe at best
Leadership a failure too
Brexit turning into a mess
You wanna put your head in the loo.

But to get the buffoon to go
They'll have to give him a medal
And make him a Lord your know
So he can no longer stay and meddle.

Present it to him by the queen,
Mint a medal with great rapidity,
A medal that must always be seen
A Medal for Outstanding Stupidity.