The reason why I versify, instead of writing prose:
I find a sense of rhythm in the tapping of the toes
It’s clear that once it’s started, the line can’t be too long,
Too short, and if repeated, you end up with a song.
Happy Birthday to you ; happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Boris: happy birthday to you
Heard today it’s someone’s birthday, who’s long the age of reason past
Ave! Ave; Boris Johnson, time to take the lead, at last
Term’s beginning, Boris Johnson, newly back from foreign parts
Eager to get down to business: Keen to win more voters’ hearts
Let us hope the Leader, Howard: does not lose time to move along
Then the Party can get serious: crown new king and sing his song.
Boris Johnson, people’s darling It’s time you made a forward move
Make a choice: The Speccie? Party? Either way; you’re in the groove.
It would be nice to see our Boris; once again with front bench seat.
Whichever post they deign to offer; take it: bide your time; that’s neat.
It won’t take long for class to glitter; truth will out; I’ve heard it said
You’ll convince a million doubters; turn last election on its head.