Boris Johnson danced in
On the head of opinions
In Blighty
Made frightfully mighty
By members for minions
A man-child the king
Of some wild optimistic dominions
And every damned thing

And Dudica duly revolted
Assaulting the Foursome
By spaffing his Cummings
To ruffle their crinions
And make them be awesome
And, thus, by a stunning
Distorted endorsement
The revelling cult of a dishevelled sun
Did ruin the Union for everyone

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