Boris – The Jolly Green Tyrant (aka The Skinhead Rabble’s Skulk)
Boris thinks of himself as The Hulk
But it is not muscle, his bulk
For his bold Brexit plan
He’s still bus Bannerman
Who becomes the Incredible Sulk
Because Sulk wants to take back control
With Farage and his Brexit patrol
They march to the beer hall
One more Putsch and they’ll fall
All over each other as they roll
But the Green Skulker he starts to wince
For Farrago’s on top in the clinch
With a grasp on Sulk’s ball
He takes control, of all
The Jolly Green Tyrant with a pinch
But just as Farage thinks he had won
The fight ceases to be so much fun
By attacking Bulk’s danglies
It makes Sulk so angry
With their balls up, that both are undone
So that then is the tale of the fall
Of Farrago and Sulk, when St. Paul
Meets them at heaven’s gate
With pursed lips (they will hate)
He will whistle the tune of “one ball”