Boris Poems - Poems about Boris

Boris, too short Natasha, too thin Which fairly describes the pickle they’re in Rocky’s got them surrounded with friends tall and/or fat ...

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Soosa plans to go on a cycle ride, to a distant place, misty and wild where nature’s beauty could be seen the fog that could ensnare the eye. The teen girl was blissfully alone, rides through the chill in the air a strange sound made her groan, Turning around, she saw a boy there. Was shivering, with no woollen cloth, Soosa...

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Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t matter He gathered countless cretins, enchanted by piffle and patter From sound suburban Ruislip to Henley-on-the-Thames This...

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intrigued by thesaurus given by Joe Morris look up the word porous who? asks my friend Doris amusing my friend Boris a gift from friend Morris I love a thesaurus this takes care of Doris I relook up porous amusing my friend Boris...

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A Brit politician named Boris Who spoke like he ate a thesaurus Became the head bloke Which seemed like a joke As his morals were somewhat porous...

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Boris the brave kneels at the feet of the remnants of his castle’s gate. The battle was rough, and he wonders now if he might be too late. Where are the ladies in waiting? What of the queen? The Wayfarer army was the toughest one the knights had ever seen. Village is in ruins. The townspeople are probably in...

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Do you remember Boris; back in 2020 A virus was about to break, yet people None the wiser ' at first he said no real Big stuff, along with Holland we should face it tough.' he'd been briefed then by whitty..Dear oh Dear, three weeks on the tone was changed To science he'd listen.' Pray come again.? He caught bad covid...

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In my dreams like many have dreams, I went to number 10 Drowning Street. in this pandemic, isolation to cheat, there is no other better place to meet, greet, drink and eat! In the back garden, I sat with Boris, chatting and laughing a guff! Donald sat drinking a can of beer, American, of course! all in good cheer, tears rolling down his eyes...

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PM Boris Johnson wrestles with bad hair days, but he doesn't seem to care! Would some kind soul lend the bloke a comb and brush to tame his tousled hair!...

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Boris Becker misused his pecker He had sex in a closet leaving a baby deposit! Inspired by Brian Strands' poem Becker which was about an artist and my poem is posted with his kind permission Tennis player Boris Becker had sex in a restaurant closet with a model he'd just met. Becker acknowledged paternity of a daughter, Anna, with Russian...

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It's nearly time for PMQs Said Boris, and I've blocked the bog With one of my enormous poos It's nearly time for PMQ's It's hard to verbally abuse The opposition when your log Is staring at you. PMQs Said Boris, and I've blocked the bog © Gail Foster 18th November 2020...

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Two weeks of sun at Xmas and new year Palm Oasis in our nineteenth year Always a joy around the pool we sat Never did we think to make a friend Called Boris the cat The old chap was friendly and his nose had seen many battles We called him Boris as he resembled our Prime Minister His white fur also a...

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continues .... (for it 'twas by him that she was awoken). 'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear, He said with a countenance kindly, remember your Vedas and mantras, Let your be life be lived for the many, and not for the few, don't be led into fascism blindly'! With these wise, timely words...

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And there the story might have ended But the bite on Suzanne's thumb Throbbed and became distended, 'I must say, I feel a little rum', she said and lay down on her bed, but as she fell asleep a patch of fur started growing on her tum. She slept a light and fitful sleep Full...

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I wish I was a Tory, It would be another story, So much simpler not to care Or have to be aware Of how other folks must strive To make a crust to stay alive. I could keep my privileged indifference Surrounded by a picket fence I wouldn't have to own the knowledge (Whilst enjoying Heston's snail porridge) That paupers are dying on NHS trolleys I...

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