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BREXIT - A ROYAL FLUSH |
With thanks to whoever did the original mashup
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The Queen she sat upon her throne Above all she surveyed Along came Bojo de Piffle man And this is what he sayed Your majesty, it seems to me It's time you went away And let me run the country In my own peculiar way You should piss off And seek to doff Both Parliament and Crown Leave me to my devices And I'll bring the whole House down The Queen she said Oh Boris dear I think you've gone astray Don't speak to me, do not come near Forever and a day You see, you've given me the runs With your mad leer and bluster I just can't stomach all your puns And lies that don't pass muster Stand down, stand down, you shameless knave Let Parliament have sway To cancel Brexit, and to save Us for another day |
This was written before ERII shamefully acceded to the request from Bojo de Piffle, transmitted by the creepy Rees Mogg thingy, that Parliament be prorogued. Rather than rewrite the ending I will leave it in the realm of fairy tale for the entertainment of children in this barren-to-be land.