Boris Johnson - liar, fraud and just plain stupid

I reckon he has always used his wits to get himself out of a any physical challenge to his self-esteem.

He doesn’t look like a bruiser to me at any level. Some boys are let off lightly by their peers as long as they aren’t total cowards who can’t lift a token fist to defend themselves in ritual combat: it’s a rite of passage every lad has to rise to, and it’s attended by an astonishing atavistic sense of youthful honour.

In my youth it was orchestrated around age 13. A challenge was issued out of the blue. A small circle of boys was formed outside away from adult sight. We took up positions. A punch was thrown, a scrap ensued. At some point it ended, to general satisfaction and a sense of exhiliration.

Who “won” didn’t seem to be the point, some once-and-for-ever threshold had been crossed. I remember it well. :upside_down_face:

Methinks brits have a soft spot for eccentrics.
:thinking:

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Well, if he’s good enough for Bob…

:joy:

another wanker after a job.
I remember this idiot well as ‘the colonel’ in a TV series before he was ‘elevated’ to the dizzy heights of being granted the keys to the ‘gentleman’s toilet’ in the palace of Westminster.
It’s often the case in military circles that high achievers don’t make a song and dance about their career but those who aspire to greatness but never achieved it shout the loudest :medal_military:

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No motherly instincts in this woman.
A totally vile man.

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No surprises there, Jane :hugs:

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OK in its intention, but the last couplet is very weak and not up to Dr Seussian standards for the purists among us…:slightly_frowning_face:

The last line should have been ‘we don’t want Boris to be pm.’

It still doesn’t scan, ‘Boris’ needs to be replaced by ‘him’ and then it does scan.

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It’s a matter of meter, which is (crudely stated) ta-da ta-da ta-da ta-da at each line, with each couplet of two consecutive lines rhyming. Dr Seuss is very strict about this, and never breaks rhythm.

The last couplet doesn’t rhyme, because again doesn’t rhyme with pee em , and the last line’s meter is ta-DA DA da-da-da DA DA DA. Simples! :hugs::stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:

PS Like @anon88169868 I rather hope Bojo is voted in as PM because the press are waiting to crucify him when he cocks it all up and then decides to decamp to the USA with his tail between his legs and the whole grisly cycle will be repeated over there.

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It is iambic quadrimeter :smiley:

It is iambic quadrimeter :smiley:@vero

That’s the chappie! 'Twas on the tip of my tongue, Véro (ahem). :zipper_mouth_face:

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Here’s some more, nb the 2nd and 4th line of each stanza change to iambic trimeter just to spiv things up a bit

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

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Spondeelightful as ever!

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Despicable disgusting cretin!
Not only was he calling President Macron “Emanuel” at the welcome at the Élysée Palace but the shithole then puts his feet up on the President’s coffee table!!!
No doubt he also necked a few bottles of the Palace’s finest before letting out a huge fart!

If he managed to learn anything at Eton, it certainly wasn’t good manners.
Ashamed to be british :roll_eyes:
Wouldn’t put it past him to have called the Queen “Liz” when he went to the palace to"kiss her hand".

Tugging furiously at his forelock, @graham bravely opines re BoJo that if he managed to learn anything at Eton, it certainly wasn’t good manners.

I rather think that if you were schooled at Eton you have learned that you don’t follow manners, you define them.

If you lift your bum-cheek to fart in company, everyone knows they can follow suit, and probably ought to if they want to come out socially, especially the gels. :joy:

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“Legend of the Garter”

The story of the founding of the Most Noble Order of the Garter is a romantic tale . It is said that King Edward III, whilst dancing with the young Countess of Salisbury during a ball at Windsor Castle, saw her drop her blue garter and immediately stooped to pick it up.

According to reliable sources, this is the cleaned-up version of what really happened, which is that Edward loosed off a fruity blue-cheese fart, and his partner gallantly distributed the Royal Miasma with her fan, to cries of delight, “What a farter ! “ etc.”