Boris does a Runner (aka Hiding in Plain Sight)
He had to do a runner
He had to get away
Those bullies they were taunting him
So he really could not stay
He did refuse, to take abuse
Because it was unkind
To press him about all his faults
They easily could find
How dare they try to hold him
To some sort of account
Just when he thought he’d managed
Not to be found out
And so therefore he bolted
And headed for the door
A pity he had not deduced
Just what the bolts were for
So imprisoned by his past
His doings that he did
He covered up his face
And imagined he had hid