Surpassing achievement for the hell-bent
Johnson, mighty land-mark on the sure way
to turn UK into a shabby tent,
have it blockaded and shunned. Oh, Hooray !
No one will buy our dead ferrets, it's true;
we cannot import an avocado,
to better or sustain ourselves, from you.
Still, the morons vote Tory. They well know:
'It's all the fault of foreigners!' At least
our fish are sovereign. A miracle would do
to feed sixty million - sprats the feast,
for idiot twats, brains of Tabloid goo.
Re-open Grimes Graves and churn out those good
flint tools, inexpensive, inventive, green:
a can opener made of flint and wood.
British resourcefulness, as usual, seen
as the invisible ingredient.
Ferret fat, charcoal make superb makeup;
and USA, still trading with us, sent
best hunk of skunk. Oh IPA my cup:
it overflows, as does my heart's cup too,
when I look from my donkey-hide yurt,
doze by sleepy embers below the flue -
extremities freezing no longer hurt.
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No More Billionairos
(The Throttlers)
Whatever happened to
Jeff Bezos?
he got his head stove
with 2 kilos of dried peas-os.
Whatever happened to
Elon Musk-y?
He went bananas
over a dry Rusky.
Wah, Wah!
No more 'Nairos
any more.
No more 'Nairos
any more.
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