A jolly song to sing in the darkest week of the calendar
BORIS THE BUNGLER (to the tune of Frosty the Snowman)
Boris the Bungler, is a rotund kind of guy
Whose limitations did not block him
reaching for the sky
Boris the Bungler, seemed forever on the rise
With a three-word chant and a bag off bluff
and a mouth stuffed full of lies
There must have been some witchcraft in,
what he achieved back then
Next thing we know he’s conned his way,
Straight into number ten
Boris the Bungler, said he would get Brexit done
For he had a deal like a ready meal
So his fairy-tale was spun
Boris the Bungler, never strained himself too much
But when the dreaded virus reached our shores
He lost his magic touch
He did then what he always does,
He smirked and lied some more
And stacks of hollow guarantees,
Straight from his mouth did pour
Boris the Bungler, always loved an empty boast
“We’ll send this virus packing soon
and heading for the coast”
Boris the Bungler, could always duck and dive
Till the dreaded Covid laid him low
and he was barely still alive
He lay upon his sickbay bed,
showing not one ounce of shame
With many people speaking out,
that he was himself to blame
Boris the Bungler, doesn’t seem to have a clue
And there’s no one left to pull his strings
or to tell him what to do
Boris the Bungler, is supposedly in charge
But the bumbling oaf persona fails
With Brexit looming large
If you choose a clown to be in charge,
then this is what you get
And of course he’s only just begun,
there’s four more years yet
Boris the Bungler is carried by the wind
It would come as no surprise at all
if he soon is one day binned
Boris the Bungler, no doubt had a load of fun
But we’re the ones who pay the price
for the crappy things he’s done
Richard Raftery