Bullingdon Boys

There's a society of comedy horror show 
that trains the leaders of tomorrow. 
Built from the will of the mighty bullies 
who wanted to make their own stories. 

It's so judgmental, you may say, 
but wait till you become the prey. 
Membership here is so exclusive. 
You wouldn't count unless you're massive. 

A society for sons of nobility;
You wouldn't count if you're ordinary. 
The food is great and the pleasantries 
and a chance to meet David and Boris. 

Ritualism, vandalization 
are parts of their precious tradition;
Smashing wines and crockery 
to draw massive controversy. 

Riot club, bullying game,
that's where they derived their name. 
Some still believe that they were chosen 
to make England great again. 

March 31, 2023 

Bullingdon Boys Poetry Contest (4th) 
Sponsored By: Joe Maverick
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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