Colin Ian Jeffery

(20th May 1942 / Caterham)


Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, born 19th June
1964, in New York. Politician, Conservative. Mayor
of London. An intellectual and historian, was editor
of the Spectator. At Oxford he was a member of the
Bullington club. Greatly misunderstood, there are
many who think him a weak foolish man whose antics
amuse the crowd.

Many think him a bumbling blond clown
But he dances to that same tune
Which made Winston Churchill great
And a world statesman of lasting merit.

Mop of unkempt hair and cheeky grin
Belie this chubby ambitious man
Who sees himself as being destiny’s child
Following the beat of Drake’s drum.

Schooled at Eaton, a Latin scholar
Mind razor sharp and diamond bright
He steps forward to claim the prize
That he believes he was born to achieve.

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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