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Boris Senior Service. © Paolo Bolzoni, 2022




Limerick

There is a blonde, and some say, witty elf

Who thinks far, far too much of himself

He lives in Downing number ten

Within earshot of Big-Ben

Government warning! Lies can seriously damage your health.


© Paolo Bolzoni, January 2022


The Gospel According to Paolo

I was once sitting on top of a hill next to Jesus.

He was telling the parable of the chap in Downing Street 10 who spent his life telling lies.

I told Jesus: “Forgive him Lord, for he is just a buffoon, he does not realise what he says”.

Jesus turned to me and said: “You just pulled words out of my mouth. Let’s have a pint, mate”.

In the pub, everyone looked and pointed at me (of course nobody knew Jesus, he was not a resident in the pub), but nobody dared to speak to me.

I told Jesus: “See old boy, they are Boris’ Cabinet, they just keep their mouth shut”.

Amen

© Paolo Bolzoni, 16 February 2022


Our Boris

Our Father, who am in heaven, hallowed be my name;

my lies come; thy will be done on earth as I do in Downing Street 10.

Give us this day your daily lie,

and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who are honest;

and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from truth.

Amen.

Credo in Boris

Padre nostro, che sono nei cieli,

sia santificato il mio nome, ben vengano le mie menzogne,


venga il mio regno, sia fatta la mia volontà, 
come in Downing Street 10 così in terra.

Dacci oggi la tua menzogna quotidiana,


e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti come anche noi li rimettiamo alle persone oneste,


e non abbandonarci alla tentazione, ma liberaci dalla verità.

Amen



I SAW A CLOWN – © Paolo Bolzoni, 22 May 2022

Transposition of “Ho visto un re”, by Dario Fo, 1968, interpreted by Enzo Jannacci.

Dario Fo won the 1997 Nobel Prize for Literature.

Enzo Jannacci is a legend of Milanese cabaret.

Dedicated to Britain who have to put up with this Cabinet of Monstrosities.

With apologies for not complying with consecutio temporum.


Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I saw a buffoon

You saw what?

I saw a buffoon, a clown!

Oh yeah, come on, tell us more

A clown sitting in Downing 10

He cried so many tears

But so many that

He also wet Larry

Poor clown

And also poor cat

Yes well, ah well

No more parties, no more booze

No more money to pay for fines

The Queen couldn’t join the party

It's COVID and the NHS

It is NATO and the EU who ignore him

At the meetings they turn their backs

LOL at what he says

LOL at what he does

Poor clown

Poor Queen

Poor NHS

And happy is the EU now free of him

Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more


I saw an undertaker

You saw what?

I saw an undertaker, a Mog

Oh yeah, come on, tell us more

The undertaker, he too,

He was crying, shouting his rage

He also bit a hand

Whose hand?

The hand of Ursula von der Leyen

Poor Mog

And also poor Ursula

Yes well, ah well

It is the clown who put him in charge

Of Brexit

To mog with style

He messed up all opportunities

Bloody NI Treaty

Poor undertaker

Poor opportunities

And also poor Ireland

Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more


I saw a Pretty

You saw what?

I saw a Pretty, Pretty Expel

Oh yeah, come on, tell us more

She was crying so much

Nobody understands her warm heart

Trying to help the poor migrants

After all the troubles and tribulations

Of dangerous crossings in cold waters

Yes well, ah well

The Ukrainians are not used to ales

They love their vodka

Stay put in France, you’ll find excellent soup kitchens

Nourishing frog meat

And the tan chaps, shivering and cold

Need to warm up in hot Rwanda

Full board in 5-star hotels

Poor migrants

Poor kitchens

Poor Rwanda

And also poor hotels

Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more


I saw a vampire

You saw what?

I saw a vampire, a Rishit

Oh yeah, come on, tell us more

He was crying over a bag of quids

Taken from the poor to give to the rich

Drinking their poor blood

Their blood is also poor

Yes well, ah well

Left very thirsty he begged the oligarchs

To let him drink their blood

In return for a blind eye

Poor vampire

Poor rich blokes

And also poor oligarchs

Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more


I saw a witch

You saw what?

I saw a witch, a Liz-ard

Oh yeah, come on, tell us more

She was crying over 20 tanks

100 fighter jets

300 costal guard ships to shoot at the migrants crossing

1,000 missiles

20,000 bombs

She cried so much

She wet the fuses, all became useless

Yes well, ah well

Her cold reptile blood turned so chilly

She needed to warm up

With good old Russian vodka

At the thought of sentencing Saudi scholars to death

They own books not authorised by the Kingdom

At the thought of messing up peace

At the relaxing sound of bombs devastating cities

Poor Liz-ard

Poor weapons

And also poor peace

Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more



The EU, Ursula, NATO, the allies, the poor, the migrants

Even Biden

Not Putin

They ruined this Cabinet of Monstrosities’ dreams

Yes well, ah well, yes well, ah well

Come on, tell us more

But the British don’t cry, they don't cry

In fact they are giggling

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Giggling, are they mad?

No!

The fact is that we British

We British

Always happy we must be

For our complaints hurt the clown,

Hurt the undertaker, hurt the pretty, hurt the vampire and hurt the witch

They can’t screw Britain if we complain!

Always happy we must be

For our complaints hurt the clown,

Hurt the undertaker, hurt the pretty, hurt the vampire and hurt the witch

They can’t screw Britain if we complain!


Silvio Berlusconi













Matteo Salvini











AIESEC Daily Smash

VLADIMIR PUTIN, frame this in your office and stare at it!

When students from all over the world could have a hearty laugh at international politics.

When détente gave us all a future to look forward to.

This is one of the Daily Smash issues, distributed each morning to all delegates to the AIESEC International Congress in Switzerland, 1976. I attended in the capacity of President of AIESEC Italy.

It is very funny. It’s a motion proposed by the Vatican, signed by Pope Paul VI, and seconded by Russia, signed by Leonid Brezhnev.

The president of AIESEC USSR Vladimir Corovin wrote it.

















RAI – RADIO TELEVISIONE ITALIANA

ATTENZIONE, ISTRUZIONI DA SEGUIRE IN CASO DI EMERGENZA.

COME FUGGIRE DAL PIANETA TERRA QUANDO LA RAI MINACCIA DI FARVI PERDERE L’ULTIMA BRICIOLA DI INTELLIGENZA.

1. Telefonate alla NASA, al numero +1-202-358-0001. Spiegate che dovete lasciare la Terra al più presto possibile.

2. Se la NASA non fosse disposta ad aiutarvi, telefonate alla Casa Bianca, al numero +1-202-456-1111, chiedete di parlare con Joe Biden. Chiedete a Joe di fare pressione su Bill Nelson, capo esecutivo della NASA per aiutarvi a fuggire.

Nelson è stato nominato dal Presidente degli Stati Uniti al quale deve cieca obbedienza.

3. Se Joe Biden avesse cose più importanti a cui pensare, non perdetevi d’animo a telefonate al Kremlino, al numero +7-495-697-0349. Chiedete di parlare con Vladimir Putin. Putin ha pochissima influenza sulla NASA, ma provare non costa niente.

4. Se anche questa possibilità sfumasse, telefonate al Vaticano al numero +39-06-6982. Chiedete di parlare con un certo scior Francesco. Il centralino fornisce un servizio impeccabile.

Se non stesse parlando dalla finestra, il buon Francesco risponderà subito e vi consolerà con consigli fraterni e benedizione gratuita.

5. Se tutti i tentativi fallissero, andate in un grande prato di notte, aspettate che passi un’astronave e fate l’astrostop.

Appena saliti a bordo, spiegate che per voi è d’importanza vitale fuggire dalla Terra prima di ricevere l’avviso di pagamento del canone RAI.

Abbiate fede, tutte le specie intelligenti della galassia conoscono la demenzialità dei programmi RAI. Vi accoglieranno a braccia aperte e vi daranno un passaggio per uno dei miliardi di pianeti dove la ricezione dei programmi RAI è oscurata.

Buon viaggio. Purtroppo non posso venire con voi, zia Carlotta si è slogata un dito.

P.S. Spediteci una cartolina quando arrivate!




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