Buller Buller Buller

BULLER BULLER BULLER! “Buller, Buller, Buller,” The menacing cry rings out. Lock and bar the windows, The Bullingdon boys are about. They march through the streets of Oxford, All elegantly dressed. The sons of the rich and privileged, The university’s best! So, mothers, lock up your daughters, They are safer out of sight. And restaurants put up the closed sign. Don’t let them in tonight, They’ll have caviar and champagne And when they’ve had their fill, They’ll leave a trail of destruction. They can afford the bill. Then it’s “Buller, Buller, Buller” As they stagger off once more. They’re our future politicians. Still above the law! 29th March 2023 Bullingdon Boys poetry contest Sponsor - Joe Maverick