St George and the Dragon - In Boris' Own Words On Winning the Uk Election

I wielded my sword And slayed the foul dragon, Then crammed the vile beast Right back in his flagon. Pickled and sodden There will he lie Few to remember Fewer to cry. Obnoxious his deeds, Destructive his breath, His venom pervasive, So glad for his death. Now we can harness Our thoughts and our prayers, Be kind and productive Not just dragon slayers. This noble island This hallowed soil, So very much more Than one man’s spoil. Let the healing commence, Work as one to achieve, A country in which We all so believe. A land of invention, Of Shakespeare and Keats, Of boundless endeavor, Whose heart strongly beats.