Yes, I have had three glasses of wine as I am off work for a few days as I am self-isolating prior to a minor medical procedure. I am, therefore, feeling a little ribald. So, I decided to write a poem.
Now, before some of my lovely American readers go apeshit, please remember this a comedy blog (even if it has been slightly lacking in humour for a while.) As a consequence, the poem is in my usual eloquent style which required some deep thought for all of 5 minutes.
Here we go:
There was an old man called Trump
Who had a particularly small lump
For a brain
He lost an election
Got a floppy erection
And was never seen or heard of
Quality stuff - although the last line is probably rather optimistic. Let's face it who doesn't want to see more of Mr Trump. He is pure comedy gold as is our own Mr Johnson.
Let's see what I can manage tomorrow night after a few drinks. Nominated subject matters welcomed.