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.