An Ode To Boris Johnson

Whose was that shining head of gold?
Whose feet were those a-pedalling bold?
Of whom are ancient legends told?
Who puts to shame the knights of old?

Boris! A paragon of all manhood!
Boris! He symbolises all that’s good!

Boris Johnson rides abroad
Cycling for all causes good
So shining and so bright is he
He can be seen from Willoughby [Lincolnshire in-joke]
And on a clear day, strands of hair
Refract the light to Finisterre.

Boris! He needs no pen, he needs no sword!
Boris! He needs no honour or award!

Boris, the modern miracle
When he is here, our cup is full
He is our strength, our might, our glory
Even if he is a Tory...