He slinks in and out of number ten, in his scruffy state
His demeanour, reflecting his constitutional contempt
His presents undermining, daily Government’s authority;
As the power he wields, it seems, lets him get away with anything.

An unelected dictator, he reigns supreme;
Two sets of rules, one for us, and one for his team.
Ministers are afraid, if they challenge, he’ll let them go.
It seems only puppets, doing his bidding, are now on show.

Today The Press, accuse him, of breaking a rule,
His young son he uses, The Press to fool.
He says he won’t resign, he’s playing it cool,
He is dangerous, and cunning, and as low, as one can go.

On tv a Minister, tries to excuse the ruse,
He wriggles around, trying, the argument not to lose.
Do they think the public, are so thoroughly gullible?
Yet, the man in Downing Street, seems to be, untouchable.