A Very British Conga (Colonial An-Aka-Donder)
Govey thinks we’re stronger
With Customs queues far longer
Than Rees-Moggs rants
And underpants
‘Cos Rees-Mogg favours Long-Johns
On sittings, oh his Johnson
Is tickled pink
With Cummings’ stink
Who thinks that a hard exit’s
The greatest kind of Brexit
That erred is puny he
Wants heard immunity
So we don’t hear snake’s like Raab’s hiss
Death rattles in the abyss
It’s all hush hush
With Russia plus
Because foreign relations
With venom drawing nations
Are easy won
Now Brexit’s done
So Boris beats his Bongo
For trade deals with the Congo
That will compensate
Being kicked out of G8
So we can slow-walk “donder”
Scottish attempts to wander
It’s only fair
Block exit there
Because surely we’re stronger
To make the snake get longer
So we will dance
And sail to France!
For that is where we Winter
We’re sorry you’re all skint, er
But them’s the rules
For Brexit fools
As the chain of infection
Coming from Bo’s election
Creates a stench
Who care’s we’re French
With cash still held in Jersey
Too bad for Tyne or Mersey
Just stay in line
Cos’ we’re just fine!
For Cummings, Mogg and Govey
And Boris (who’s Dom’s toady)
Their tongues all rasp
Up Trump’s old asp!