Boris Johnson, London Mayor,
Crazy mop of unkempt hair,
Eccentric character, as we know,
Yet never afraid to have a go,
Along the Zip Line, like a Boss,
He really couldn't give a toss,
Carries high, Olympic Torches,
Waves the flag and almost drops it,
His sporting challenge, developed a hitch,
Tackled rugby style on a football pitch,
Dances like nobody's watching,
Which I find, is very touching,
He speaks his mind, and makes us cringe,
But never do you hear him whinge,
Distant Royal Ancestry, he has got,
His words, 'a one man melting ***',
He thinks his chances of being P M, are,
'As likely as finding Elvis on Mars',
Take out all the others, yes, let's have a cull,
If he were in charge, life would never be dull,
His zest for life, his fun and frolics,
As he falls from his bike, onto his *******,
For all of his blunders, and honesty mindful,
There's something about Boris, we all find delightful,
He's childlike, refreshing, yet clever and daft,
You just have to love someone, who's game for a laugh.