It is reported that 10 Downing Street has a new occupant called Dilyn with a fierce reputation.
Ten Downing Street has got a cat,
But you already knew of that,
He is called Larry, comes and goes,
Another fact everyone knows.
But from today there is a dog –
A change from just another mog –
And if you ask what type of breed,
It’s just the one the Johnsons’ need.
She’s a Jack Russell, fierce too,
Would like to sink her teeth in you,
Or maybe, too, in someone’s leg,
While other dogs just sit and beg.
The dog will likely instil fear,
In anyone who gets too near,
And so one would indeed be bold,
To not to do as one is told.
She’ll ministers in order keep,
Might nip them if they fall asleep,
And though debate might be well-meant,
She will not tolerate dissent.
But there’s another reason why,
This dog is sort of do or die,
Because it seems quite plain to me,
That after or before her tea,
She’ll have to most days walkies go,
With her new master, Boris Jo.
And since she’s fierce so she can guard,
The Premier in that regard,
So that she can now earn her keep,
As bodyguard but on the cheap!