Borish getaway,
from Brexit lies, he’s guilty!
Rubbish politics.
Wet and windy now,
Like the political scene,
Blustering squibs.
No Borish BonBon,
he’s a waster, not PM,
Let’s get one better.
As complex as simple is.
Borish getaway,
from Brexit lies, he’s guilty!
Rubbish politics.
Wet and windy now,
Like the political scene,
Blustering squibs.
No Borish BonBon,
he’s a waster, not PM,
Let’s get one better.
It’s not surprising,
That I find myself here now!
Where else can I be?
It’s here I must start,
The adventure and success,
And the books written.
Focus and effort,
Dig deep in my resources,
Don’t make excuses!
The end of the line,
What really does lay ahead?
It doesn’t just stop!

The weekend’s ahead,
There’s much to do and finish.
One thing at a time.
A great price was paid,
On those beaches on June 6th.
On the Vict’ry road.
We salute them all,
All the soldiers young and old,
Heroic no doubt.
The way you’re acting,
Is you is, or is you ain’t,
My baby, baby?
A funky rhythm,
What an awesome beat this has!
Still her voice shines through.
A favourite song,
Is, ‘September in the rain.’
Dinah Washington.
A white old waist coat,
Under Bump’s little jacket.
Looks so silly.

Obama looked good,
What happened to Bumhole’s suit?
Where’s his taylor now?
Bye, bye, iTunes,
Hello to ‘Apple Music’.
Any difference?
Bump: I snubbed Poorbin!
Labour Leader asked to meet.
I would snub him too!
Bump wants NHS,
As part of ‘Greatest Alliance’
Bump hails good trade talks.
Are we so desperate?
What has the US got now?
More of the UK?
A Bump in the night,
Tweet, tweet, tweet, Bump kept tweeting.
Does he really sleep?
The world is changing,
Fractious and divided states,
So rude and careless.
Yes, he is an ass,
So big the Queen walked round it.
Looking Exhausted.
Fist bumps with Queenie,
What are you thinking Bumhole?
At least your wife’s good.