Not a Royal, still dreaming the jewel crown
Gaelic or Welsh, none wearing English gown
No country for an immigrant, black or brown
Hate with lies turning motherland upside down.
He takes his cue from a faraway Yankee clown
Leaving EU, he’ll change the capital to a shantytown
Jobs disappearing, businesses fleeing, factories blown
Citizens in amnesia, letting the country drown
All hail, Mr. Morris, the gentleman coming to town.