Poem about our great Foreign Secretary!
The author of this poem, Carolyn Garrett, gave me permission to share this:
It would be quite funny if it were not so sad
With Head Muppet in charge the country's gone mad.
As "Chief Foreign Chap" does he seriously ponder
He can represent Britain when off he does wander
On jaunts round the world in the Great "Rule Britannia"
To Commonwealth and Empire, Isle of Wight and Canada?
Drumming up trade and placating the nations,
The planet's sole answer to Foreign Relations.
They'll be thrilled one and all :"We've been waiting for this"
As he charms with Prosecco, porky pies and a kiss.
World leaders will love him, blond, bumbling an' all
Wars don't stand a chance with the Global Hairball.
We can sleep in our beds now knowing peace has no end
No more conflict or terror, every man is our friend.
So now as they queue up to welcome the Toff
I don't know where Britain's heading but I know: "I'm off!"
