Dearth of Assaulting
(aka Death of a Mammalian)
Boris, the salt of the earth
NHS champion from birth
From cradle to grave
Or is he a knave?
Who doesn’t have values or worth
But is he now out of his depth
In uncharted territory Depf-
ord’s the sort of a place
Where he dares to show face
Despite growing shorter of breath
Because who can tell what oiks will do
When confronted one’s worried a few
Just after a rally
May try to get pally
But they’ve all buggered off now, so phew
Smelling Salt
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