Extracts from the plague diary of Mark ne-Francois-Pepys
April 30th 1665
Up, and after four cans of Monster to commemorate the birth of the Johnson’s ?th child, I have reworked this slight doggerel from that proscenium arch-Remainer, Shakespeare:
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April 30th 1665
Up, and after four cans of Monster to commemorate the birth of the Johnson’s ?th child, I have reworked this slight doggerel from that proscenium arch-Remainer, Shakespeare:
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All the world’s a plague,
And all the men and women merely payers;
They have their Brexits and their entrances,
And one PM in time breaks many hearts,
His acts belying suffrage. At first the Gove,
Mewling and puking in the experts’ arms;
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And all the men and women merely payers;
They have their Brexits and their entrances,
And one PM in time breaks many hearts,
His acts belying suffrage. At first the Gove,
Mewling and puking in the experts’ arms;
2/
Then, the whining Sunak-boy, with his satchel
And shining red briefcase, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to stool; and then the Hancock,
Sighing like Kermit, with a woeful ballad
Made to our Liz Truss’ eyebrow; then, a Francois,
3/
And shining red briefcase, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to stool; and then the Hancock,
Sighing like Kermit, with a woeful ballad
Made to our Liz Truss’ eyebrow; then, a Francois,
3/
Full of brave oaths, convicted double-hard,
Zealous in Spitfire, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the patriot reputation
Even in the gammon’s mouth; and then, the Raabster,
In briefings trite, with good cliché lined,
With monotone so drear, and rampings up,
4/
Zealous in Spitfire, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the patriot reputation
Even in the gammon’s mouth; and then, the Raabster,
In briefings trite, with good cliché lined,
With monotone so drear, and rampings up,
4/
Full of crass saws and social distances;
The psycho plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the mean unthinking Patel-loon,
Aloof to migrants’ woes, whose answers wide
Of fact, her contempt shows, a world too snide
For our lean wit;
5/
The psycho plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the mean unthinking Patel-loon,
Aloof to migrants’ woes, whose answers wide
Of fact, her contempt shows, a world too snide
For our lean wit;
5/
and Boris’ woofy voice,
Turning again toward tabloid trouble, tripe
Dog whistles in their sound; last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is emptied Englishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans breath, sans lies, sans taste, sans everything.
Turning again toward tabloid trouble, tripe
Dog whistles in their sound; last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is emptied Englishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans breath, sans lies, sans taste, sans everything.
