A Mutual Friendship with Boris the Blunderbuss
(aka Is That a Pun in your Coquette?)
An American lady pollster
Thought Boris could help her to bolster
Her business boutique
But his polling technique
Made her wish he’d stayed in his holster
They were joined at the hip for luck
So pistol had somewhere to tuck
But his metallic sheen
Could not hide where he’d been
For where there is bras there is muck
When extended the rifle seemed bigger
Though it’s action lacked somewhat in vigour
The barrel’s old plumbing’s
Made noises of Cummings
And revolved half-cocked on a hair-trigger
That’s the story then of Miss Arcuri
And the weaponised Boris “The Fury”
So beware the outlaw
Who is quick on withdraw
To fire blanks off in front of a jury