? Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Hello, my dear old friend Doris
Did you hear about your man, Boris?
He sacks 21 members of his own party
But we all knew he was a ridiculous smarty
Well we all know how he likes to shout
Hay boy, calm down, drink some Guinness stout
Prime Minister Boris dictates all day long
As if the citizens of the country were all wrong
The backstop will hit right in his loud gob
While someone new will take over his job
Farewell, your leadership has come to an end
Go back to the backbench, you might find a friend