Bad Boy Boris
Boris Johnson, what a jerk
That irritating secret smirk
That says he thinks it's all a joke
I reckon he's the sort of bloke
Who always gets away with it
Whatever, knowing Nanny's tit
Will ever fill his silver spoon
However bad he's been, the goon
And he, like other spoilt boys
I reckon probably enjoys
A spanking over Nanny's knee
Bad Boy Boris! Jam for tea?
© Gail Foster 19th September 2017
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2017
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