The Boris Who Cried Wolf


Let me diddle a story,
One so unbelievable,
Of the boy who cried wolf,
And lied through his teeth.
***
The story of a boy,
Who pulled wool,
Over a nations eyes,
To hide his odious lies.
***
A boy who got caught,
And shouted,
"It's not me jock",
To avoid the stocks.
***
But it didn't work,
And the nation saw,
Right through the lies,
The boy tried to hide.
***
And so he said sorry,
For whatever that means,
Thinking it would hide him,
Better than a fridge unit.
***
But the nation were wiser,
Than some of his colleagues,
And the apology washing,
Wasn't winning sympathies.
***
I would tell you the end,
Of this sorry old tale,
But the pages are still being written,
And there is still ink in the well.


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