A Boris Cracker

I’m now out of isolation and off to pick up our Xmas food. We will separate everything in to two so my Son has provisions as well. In the process I came upon this cracker and it reminded me of our leader.

As I have been in the Bunker for ten days I decided to create  one last crazy poem. 

It was the time of the year to put on the Nativity
But the poor village actors had been subject to inactivity
The first production meeting ended in gloom
But one creative member said it could be shown in Zoom.

At the next meeting every one decided to lend a hand
Someone requested a space at that was grand
Another suggested facial masks
But a number of people thought this was daft.

A local councillor said the show would be world class
But everyone thought it would end in farce
He continued to encourage with his Churchillian rendition
And made sure his image was on every media first edition.

Unfortunately Mary and Joseph ended in tiers
They could complete their journey - first time in years
The sheep that had been ordered
Got impounded at the Welsh Border
The men from the East bearing such fine gifts
Got stuck in their lorry by some lovely white cliffs

Stage safe and have a good one