Yes, I wasn't happy about the identity rhyme, Jerome. But I decided to forgive myself. Perhaps something will come to me when I get my eye back.

Thank you, Jayne, and thanks for the PM.

Maybe something like:

But if I’d known they’d lose, I'm not naive:
I would have sanely voted to stay in.

Deliverance
 

Good riddance, Dave and Boris, both Etonian −
Lord, spare us Michael Gove, the Aberdonian.

I'd thought about 'naive', Bob. The trouble is, they WERE naive. They seem to be the "some of the people you can fool all the time".

Well, goodbye, Boris! Though you vainly strove
To be our own appalling clone of Trump,
It seems that you’ve been squished by Michael Gove -
But sadly, he’s an even bigger chump.

(I've just seen your piece, Jerome. We seem to share a wavelength.)

BoJo no-go.

Shall I do it?
Shall I do it?
Shall I do it?
Shall I do it?

Shall I do it?
Shall I do it?
Shall I do it?
No.

Farage triumphans

We've taken the country back.
You can feel it in the air.
The bunting's fluttering on the breeze,
There's cod and chips with mushy peas.
Jean Claude Juncker's going spare.
We've taken the country back.

The Slithy Goves

That Michael's a rat with a spine
Seems for now the majority line
Though there is the suggestion
That it's open to question
And perhaps it was all Sarah Vine.

To the Man who wrote The World's Worst Limerick

Serve you bloody right!

Hear! Hear! I'd forgotten that piece of deception, all of a piece with the rest of his act. Meanwhile . . .

Give reptilian Rupert a say!
Let the Boricide Gove have his day!
Such spinners and twisters
Will be mere passing blisters
As after October comes May.