There once was a PM called Boris
Who, whilst reading The Odes of Horace,
Spied the Downing Street Cat
With a rather large rat,
Which rather put the PM off Horace!
There once was a PM called Boris
Who, whilst reading The Odes of Horace,
Spied the Downing Street Cat
With a rather large rat,
Which rather put the PM off Horace!
Great poem, Kevin 🙂 Only if everything would be better.
Thanks, Gabriela. I agree with you, “if only everything would be better”. All the best, Kevin
My pleasure, Kevin.
The rather large rat was called Doris
And she’d come to this country from Paris
She exclaimed Oh drat
I can’t dance on that mat
I’ll settle to being a florist
Thanks for the smile, Lorraine!
Lol you’re welcome Kevin. The cat did not have the last word. And neither did Boris!