Hello
Well, it's been a very long time since I last posted an edition of The Autolycan, so long in fact that I've almost forgotten how! So I thought perhaps the best way of starting to resurrect it would be to take unashamed aim at what is in all honesty rather an easy target. I hope you like it, if so I'll try to ease back in to writing again - I've missed doing it. As ever, do pass it on to others if you think they would like it.
THE
TILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE POUNDS FOR BORIS
Girls in
white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Girls with
long tresses and fluttery lashes
Girls who
are sexy with whom I have flings,
So long
as they don’t think of exchanging rings!
One of the
latter was Jenny Arcuri
Who came
on my trade mission much to the fury
Of
oddballs and weirdos and brash underlings
Like Lord
of Impertinence – Mr Cummings!
Holidays
paid for by Brownlow and friends
PPE
contracts with great dividends!
Brown
paper packages that go Ker-ching!!
This is what
makes my life go with a swing!
When they
shun me -
Overrun
me -
When they
melt away,
I simply
remember my favourite things
And then
lead myself astray!
Parties
that went on inside Number Ten,
Nobody
knowing just when to say ‘when’.
Elsewhere
the lockdown and misery stings
But we
carry on till the fat lady sings!
Turning
the flat into somewhere quite handsome
Wallpaper
rolls that each cost a King’s ransom,
Gaudy and
pricey but I pull some strings
And
Brownlow pops up to take care of these things!
Honours
for cronies and mercy for chancers,
Cover ups
so that you won’t find the answers
And Govey
can wait for all time in the wings,
Now that
is the best of my favourite things!
When MPs
bite,
When the
press stings
When I
feel alone,
I picture
myself – of the world I am King
And
proudly ascend my throne!!
ANAGRAM CORNER
WORLD
KING BORIS
