They're Dropping Like Flies In Whitehall Poem by Shaun Cronick

They're dropping like flies in Whitehall,
This today is simply not their day.
For the P M Boris and other elite,
Lockdown means gloomily locked away.

For the United Kingdom's Prime Minister,
Has recently caught this terrible bug.
And demonstrates to all the fruitcakes,
For the powerful no secret wonder drug.

Poor Boris with his plans so bold,
Many months before this virus hit.
Now our economy's down the crapper,
And his dreams have turned to shit.