He did not die of Hunger Nor was it the bottle of booze The drugs they did not do for him It wasn’t even the cruise. The poor guy he was healthy Just the other day He knelt at the side of bed as usual And he began to pray. He prayed for his family All his friends, and foes He even prayed for his Goldfish And all his Hamsters toes. So how did this man pass away They say he was fit and well It was a shock to everyone As his funeral crowd would tell. They say he passed with the TV on Boris Johnston on repeat All that could be heard that day Was another parliamentary defeat. The poor man couldn’t take it Brexit had taken its toll His heart had finally given way With all the rigmarole.