Now We Are Six

A Poem about the Government’s Coronavirus Messaging

They’re changing the leader at WestminsterPalace

So backbenchers hope as they mutter in malice

All weary of hearing the PM’s preambles

While Covid runs riot and all’s in a shambles.

His half-baked solutions serve only to foment

Dissent as they waver from moment to moment.

In contrast to Sturgeon who, north of the border,

Makes clear-cut decisions by edict and order.

While Trump, plump on steroids, triumphantly cries

That Covid’s a blessing — God’s gift in disguise,

Poor Boris, resorting to Ovid and Horace,

Seeks vainly for guidance, solutions and solace.

If changing the leader would end the confusion

Could rising star Rishi dispel disillusion

Or, like a white knight charging forth in his armour,

Has Starmer’s day come to replace the old charmer?