Brian Bilston’s view of Johnson’s close-shave last night…

’Why are you still here, please go away…

hey, what’s that bad smell in here?
oh, it’s you, I thought you’d gone
because trust in you left years ago
yet you’re still clinging on

and even those who cheered for you
don’t want you here no more
so scram, skedaddle, avaunt, vamoose,
run along, now – here’s the door

see, we’ve had about enough of it
watched you stand, then sit, then lie
it’s time that you were on your bike
so long, shove off, goodbye

but you won’t, of course, you’ll blunder on
until your party’s torn apart
it’s the only thing that gives me hope
it’s not much but it’s a start.