Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Repulsive pink mass
Vomits out anthem
Bravely defending irrelevant object

Boris was absolutely fuming
He clomped around whirling his arms at anything that dared get in his way
Words spilled from his mouth and his staff were picking them up and trying to piece them together
They think he might be upset that he isn't boxed up with Churchill
He seemed to be demanding a box next time too

Sir Tony Actor and his somewhat famous buddies received a script
The gormless celebrities smeared their faces across the camera lens and read some words aloud
They all looked very sad as the words squeezed from between their lips
The script confirmed just how much responsibility they take and how guilty they felt about things
My feet sloshed in the ankle deep puddle of tears surrounding me

Boris woke in the middle of the night and squeezed out the window
He was decked out in camouflage and hadn't even done his hair
He tumbled all the way to Parliament Square and clambered up to Winston's statue
He held Winston tightly and whispered deep into his ear promising nothing bad would happen again
Boris offered a cigar to Winston's lips and gazed into the distance, trying his best to emulate the statue's pose

George's arms ached terribly
His entire day was spent clubbing people and lobbing gas grenades and no one seemed to be appreciating it
George decided to write himself a dozen or so letters of admiration and shoved them through his letterbox
His bloated face formed a self-satisfied grin and he puffed out his armoured chest as he carefully read through the lot