Good Riddance

So, Johnson, finally you’re on your bike.
The Tory faithful swear you’ve been betrayed.
The bubbly Boris banter’s what they like
and they don’t care about the mess you’ve made.
Though fans will claim you got the big calls right
the record shows you dithered, bluffed and lied.
Consistency and decency took flight;
your mates all made a mint, and thousands died.
You held pandemic parties, pushed your luck,
did what you wanted, took us all for fools.
And now, belatedly, you’ve come unstuck
you have the nerve to claim they changed the rules.
Enough excuses. Time to call a halt
and face the fact. It’s no-one else’s fault.