Johnson's Job's Worth
Little matters the Corona Curse, little matters stockpile's dearth;
Of Johnson's job, clearance for virus is the very worth.
Infested with infection and inquietude, the entire Britain bawls:
Boris, Boris, brought barathra engulfing my bedside berth!
Copyright © Amarantus Lauriere | Year Posted 2020
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