Bravo Mr Johnson Nice to see you; to see you not nice You’re here to answer questions About your embedded life vice We meet, we greet, we call to order You take your seat with Tax payer defence at your shoulder Sitting behind in available rows Are your herd-like companions Who in your honour will crow You’re here for a reason Both serious and sad That in words of common parlance You’ve been naughty and bad When in the days of our lockdown With families driven apart You totally knowingly Tore your own guidance apart Believing that somehow In Downing Street it’s alright To stage drinks and events Because “I’m me and I’m right” Then when challenged in the Commons As so you should be You misleadingly misled because “It’s OK; it’s just me” And now you’re back peddling To try and regain Your sense of entitlement But you’ve forgotten again That people remember And remember they well That lockdown cost dearly So why should they quell The anger that’s rising As you force in their face Your pathetic little stories Of how to meetings you’d race To toast and to talk “So, pass me a glass And now let me squeeze through For I must sadly dash” To sit there, how dare you saying How insulted you’ll be If you’re found to be guilty Of what’s so obvious to see How under your leadership In sprawling No. 10 You drank and you boasted That you’d do it again Bravo Mr Johnson To see you not’s nice I hope you’re indicted Of your embedded life vice