He strides back into shite filled back bench bog,
Where his cabal of hyenas reside,
This laughable upstairs downstairs throwback,
Mister ridiculous Jacob Rees-Mogg.
He’ll skulk in corners with Nadine Dories,
Where they’ll suck their teeth as they plot and scheme.
They’ll do all they can to lay rocks in roads
As they flog that dead horse that is Boris.
This Eton bred skunk, bringer of Brexit,
Over top hat and under hand practice
Treats all around him as lesser beings,
His is sweetest of all these new exits.
Now his star has fallen, he’s out to grass,
Rishi has kicked him straight out, on his arse.

Harry Rogers in the Yellow Room 25th October 2022



We watch in disbelief disrupter Liz
Recite her version of her history.
Triumphant in defeat she smiles throughout,
Apparently uncomprehending of
Responsibility for misery,
Fear, paranoia and fiscal turmoil.
Her twisted lectern echoes her logic
Both of which now leave office forever.
Trussonomics lie trashed in rain sodden
Heaps of soggy unforgiving newsprint.
She and family march defiantly
Past media hordes, heads held proudly high.
In a couple of hours a new lectern
Will appear, new acolytes there will cheer.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom 25th October 2022.