The Bojan Hoarsemen of the Epochal Lisp
(aka Looking an Ass with a Gift Horse)
He’s seeking to destroy
(By such subtle means of course)
Of the smuggling of what
Lies inside a wooden horse
For there’s many lies within
The liars who turn the cogs
Who drive wheels of great deceit
The Goves, Raabs and Rees-Moggs
There are other Bojans such as
Patel and Barclay who’s thumbings
For a lift aboard horse’s ass
Is an effigy of Cummings
And now the Bojan offer
A deal that is no deal
The dead horse that they’re flogging
That really isn’t real
In ancient oblique tragedy
The truth is Bojans aren’t able
To understand their characters
In a narrative that is fable
So from Apocalyptic
Hoarse men, don’t accept a lift
Ignore their Raab-id braying
Beware of cliques bearing gifts
And when the Bojans do not leave
It’s time to destroy their myth
Roll these whores back towards the sea
To the edge and off the cliff