On the fate of Boris Johnson,
Now that he has reached a swan song.
What ever will become of him?
Will he keep going to the gym?
Populists so feel the need
To suck up praise, to supercede
Each action on our media
Expand on Wikipedia.
He’ll hang glide into LBC,
Tippy Toe Tango on Strictly,
Slip us all a Bake Off cake,
Step onto Gardener’s World rake.
Become an even bigger luvvie,
Segue back to being scruffy.
Oh how we’ll laugh at his antics,
Cockups, guffaws, speeches frantic,
God help us he won’t go away,
On our screens ever and a day.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 2nd September 2022.