Boris, The Court Jester

Defending firm turf

Land of birth

Boris, once the number one man

Experiencing a volleying jam

Testing the world, like an exam

Succeeding in the gaming test

Acknowledged the best

Deflecting troubling issues and discussions

Sometimes meeting with Russians

Along with others wearing, red, white and blue

Acting cool

Credible theatrical fools

After some brew

From mugs brimming yellow

Making any debater mellow

Shouting aces never getting returned

One-way claims getting confirmed

Until he met his match

And heads were scratched

Points were made

Instigating the internal raid

Due to the holiday party

Resulting in Boris saying, “I am sorry”

Garden grass perceived healthy and green

Unknown attitudes vindictive and mean

Feeling like isolated kettles letting off steam

During a horrific dream

In the city town

Something terrible was going down

Concerning a sneezing nose

Breeding antagonistic foes

Calling it a warring cold

Socializing started to fold

From a snotty health care blow

Commanding people to go

Today the river still flows

And everyone knows

Where Boris goes

Having a sudsy good time

No longer spending the pensioner’s dime

And if his credit card is declined

Would you mind

Picking up the tab

And get Boris a cab

Since whatever the jab

He gave it his all

And lost due to a judgement call