The End of his Tether

Big Dog is panting, gives a mournful howl,
pads round the tea-room, looking for his friends.
The sap who did Today gives him a scowl
then turns away. Is this the way it ends?
He’s doing so well, with levelling up it’s clear
there’s forty brand new hospitals we’ll get.
Woof, woof. The Brexit gains will soon appear
and no-one told him Pincher was a threat.
He swung the Brexit vote, it was his call
to chase away remoaners – sack the lot.
His bulldozer brought down the big red wall
and no-one in the pack has what he’s got:
a fourteen million mandate. Him – concede?
No way. He clamps his jaws on to that lead.