#bojonomo

[billherbert23]

Two Noble Clerihews and a Variation on Frost

1

Lord Geidt

that poltergeist of die zeit

merely has to distinguish the truth

from the wallpaper inside a voting booth.

2

Lord Frost

thought all was lost -

since universal fairness left him aghast,

now he’s the Ghost of Brexit Past.

*

The Secret Shit

(After Robert Frost)

Lord Geidt skirted round in a ring and supposed,

While that freeloading shit in his flat picked his nose.

[billherbert23]

Answermachine redivivus

I am not heeah to receive your missive:

perhaps I toil at tasks permissive

with those athletic yet non-adhesive?

Would that I wuuh some website spectre

or woke-faced leftie loon’s conjecture:

we’ll simmer no more through Sir Keir’s drear lectures!

(Mayhap the pad in Downing Street

could use a slap of Dulux, Sweet,

but I’m on the mobile. Plus, not a deet-

ails buck: a rug’s as good as a chaise longue!)

Dom’s on the other lie, so I’m long gorn:

leave your donation at the old dingdong…

[billherbert23]

Bungland Expects That Every Boris Shall Have His Cake and Live in It

‘The Prime Minister can’t be expected to live in a skip’

(Sarah Vine)

Bojo can’t live in a skip

though he’s perfectly fine in a fridge,

for a man with a mouth like a landslip

could sleep on the Irish Sea Bridge.

But still, he can’t rest like the rest

there must be some marker of Class

some stain or some smear that attests

that here once was pressed that Great Arse.

The PM can’t live on the Dole

(or whatever the proles do for cashback),

when backers collect round his pole

the decor must cope with the splashback.

Construct him a palace of butter

squeeze it into Number Ten,

be chill to the post-lies he utters:

the removal van’s here soon - but when?