Poems of the Week

Blond Clown Down

by Jerome Betts

“An ill-timed pinch by a man named Pincher meant the end
for British Prime Minister Boris Johnson…”
New York Post

Cliff-hanger, true, an inch-by-incher,
After, inebriated, Pincher
Left MPs groping for the clincher.

The piglet’s hide was thickly greased
But now they’ve seized the shameless beast!
(Its fairground act, though, not quite ceased.)

At last, it seems, we can breathe free
And trust that we shall never see
A PM worse than Johnson, B.?

No, all is not yet hunky-dory.
Although Fate’s closed his horror story,
Whoever’s next will still be Tory!