Boris stood on’t burning deck
Whence all but he had fled
Macron, Merkel, Sturgeon, Starmer
Swinging for his head
The frosty lord had slain the beast
The captain’s band stood strong
A new attack came from the East
A shameless howling throng
The patriots all stood their ground
The battle ‘round them roiled
Britannia’s sterling bugle sound
Gave strength as forces toiled
With foes in front and snakes behind
Duplicity abounded
Through threats and lies and poisoned minds
The band was near confounded
For David, Andrew, Patrick, George
The dark Lords were pushed back
The sun emerged, the battle cleared
- They’d won their country back!
Steven Bourne.
