A Cautionary Tale Revised

With the Parliamentary committee branding Boris Johnson a liar, a suitable poem

A Cautionary Tale Revised

Matilda told such dreadful lies
And perished after calling "fire!"
And calling out the fire brigade
And laughing, sipping lemonade
So often that when a fire really came
She perished, just herself to blame
For when she called out "fire, fire"
They just called her a little liar
A tale design to create a shock
As told by writer, Hilaire Belloc
But Johnson told a sorry tale
False, of course, beyond the pale
When found guilty, said, I’m not
For it’s propaganda by lefty trot
The Express and Daily Mail rave
And say our Johnson is so brave
Pulled down by such jealous hate
This really mustn’t be his fate
Rees-Mogg says bring him back
Nanny is not needed for a smack
One day, he may return once more
Until then, off to distant shore
To give speeches, and money make
A portrait that was found a fake
Farewell, Boris, and sing your song
How everyone but you is always wrong
Unlike Matilda, who perished in fire
You were like Nero, playing his lyre
While Rome burned, not your fault
Truth is buried, the lies exalt.