Door number 11:
In my spare time I write parody songs, sketches and captions which I’ve decide to post here on my blog. You’ll be able to tell my eclectic comedy taste from some of the references and I freely admit my influences include Spike Milligan, Ronnie Barker, John Finnemore and Michael Bernstein (my Year 8 English teacher). The blog title is from Queen Victoria being famously misquoted as saying “We are not amused” so I’m using the correct quote, as mentioned in her diaries, of “I was very much amused"
Showing posts with label christmas carol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas carol. Show all posts
Thursday, 11 December 2025
Monday, 18 May 2020
Bojo's Christmas Carol - Mercorabilia
It seems even a near death experience isn’t enough to change
the Prime Minister’s perception of a job poorly done. You have to wonder how
Dickens’s infamous story would have turned out had it been Boris instead of
Scrooge who was subject to the 3 visits.
(For the sake of sketch format this is
massively abbreviated.)
<Bojo sits at his desk, writing>
Bojo: Right. I think that’s my secret COVID response plan
all drawn up. I’ll just check it one more time. Ignore the experts, open the
schools to test the restriction removal on children, blame the resulting surge
in cases on the doctors and teachers for not working hard enough. That should
do it. Well, time for bed.
<Gets into bed and lies down>
<Gets into bed and lies down>
Ghost of Christmas Past (GOCP): Wooooooo.
Bojo: Who’s there? Who is it?
GOCP: I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Bojo: You look like Theresa May.
GOCP: Yes, well I do impressions. Now do you remember this? 2004.
You were caught out for having an extra-marital affair. And sacked from your
job.
BoJo: Well, maybe. But I got away with it
GOCP: I guess that’s true.
Bojo: So, it’s alright then.
GOCP: What?!? No! No – of course it’s not alright, you-
Bojo: Thanks. Bye!
<Bojo lies down again>
GOCP: Oh, I give up. (To
next ghost) Your turn.
Ghost of Christmas Present (GOCP2): *ahem* Wooooo. Woooooo!
Bojo: What? Who’s that?
GOCP2: I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.
Bojo: I see. What do you want?
GOCP2: To show you how terrible things are. And it’s all
down to you!
Bojo: I don’t think so. I think you’ll find…
GOCP2: Hush! Look! Families destroyed through loss. Chaos of
panic buying. The second worse death rate in the world!
BoJo: Yes, but I got away with it.
GOCP2: Well, yes. But at what cost? The people who’ve died
unnecessarily, the key workers who received no support, the country massively
crippled for want of decisive action.
BoJo: But I got away with it.
GOCP2: I suppose so.
Bojo: Result! Good night.
<Bojo lies down again>
GOCP2: (To next ghost)
Good luck
Ghost of Christmas Future (GOCF): Bojooooo. Bojoooo.
Bojo: Who’s that? Why are you doing an impression of a
letterbox?
GOCF: Enough! This is not a burka! It’s is my ethereal
cloak.
Bojo: If you say so.
GOCF: Silence! I am the Ghost of Christmas Future and I
bring you this terrible vision.
Bojo: I see – a gravestone with my name on it. So I die.
GOCF: Yes.
Bojo: As do we all.
GOCF: Well, yes.
Bojo: Did I die rich?
GOCF: …Maybe.
Bojo: And powerful?
GOCF: Umm…
Bojo: And famous?
GOCF: But was it for the right reasons?
Bojo: Who cares! I won! In your face, destiny!
GOCF: (leaving) Unbelievable.
<Bojo wakes up and goes to the window to open it>
Bojo: You there, boy! What day, is it?
Boy: Time you sorted out the COV-ID crisis?
Bojo: Don’t get smart with me or I’ll cut your mum’s
benefits. What day is it?
Boy: <sigh> Christmas day.
Bojo: Excellent. I want you to go to the nearby butchers,
buy the biggest turkey you can find and bring it back.
Boy: What did your last slave die of?
Bojo: Coronavirus. Now off you go. And when you come back
I’ll give your reward.
Boy: Reward! You’re on.
<Boy disappears and reappears with a large turkey>
Boy: Here it is. Now what’s my reward?
Bojo: The satisfaction of a job well done. Bye!
Boy: Tory tw*t. Glad I spat in it.
Friday, 13 November 2015
Grigor Rasputin - !!!NEW!!!
Getting
close to Christmas so here's a Christmassy parody... of sorts. Well,
it's inspired by the Muppet Christmas Carol but it's subject is a lot less Christmassy
A cold winter in
Russia
(Can) freeze you to the bone
But that didn’t stop this young
charismatic monk
(From) making a grab for the throne
He thought if he got close to the
Tsarina he would rule
But he didn’t think of
Felix Yusupov
And his Russian noble friends (oh)
Resolute to class
They won’t let it pass
They will make sure his life ends
(Can) freeze you to the bone
But that didn’t stop this young
charismatic monk
(From) making a grab for the throne
He thought if he got close to the
Tsarina he would rule
But he didn’t think of
Felix Yusupov
And his Russian noble friends (oh)
Resolute to class
They won’t let it pass
They will make sure his life ends
Oh, what’s
happened to Rasputin
What have they done to him
They gave him poisoned wine to drink
What have they done to him
They gave him poisoned wine to drink
He
didn’t feel its sting
They fed
him poisoned cupcakes too
And
gaped as it did nothing
They tried then
to shoot him down
But this didn’t work
on him
What’s happened
to Rasputin
What have they done to him
After he had been shot down then
He was soundly beaten
Even after all of this
He seemed to yet linger on
(Was) Tied up and thrown in a river
To ensure that he was gone
What have they done to him
After he had been shot down then
He was soundly beaten
Even after all of this
He seemed to yet linger on
(Was) Tied up and thrown in a river
To ensure that he was gone
He’d wanted to
be rich
He’d wanted some power
But his uncouth ways
Meant that this soon turned sour
He came to the aid of poor young Alexi
You’d think that this selfless feat
would save his life-
Naaaah! uh-uh
He’d wanted some power
But his uncouth ways
Meant that this soon turned sour
He came to the aid of poor young Alexi
You’d think that this selfless feat
would save his life-
Naaaah! uh-uh
What’s happened
to Rasputin
What have they done to him
He had the Tsar under his thumb
Who depended on him
He attracted women who flocked ea-
What have they done to him
He had the Tsar under his thumb
Who depended on him
He attracted women who flocked ea-
gerly to his
steeple
No question of his credentials
No hope for all those people
No question of his credentials
No hope for all those people
What’s happened
to Rasputin
What have they done to him
Didn’t survive
That fateful night
They meant to do him in
Gained the fame he’d craved but did not
What have they done to him
Didn’t survive
That fateful night
They meant to do him in
Gained the fame he’d craved but did not
look where he did
tread
And now at last he’s paid the price
'Cause Rasputin is dead
And now at last he’s paid the price
'Cause Rasputin is dead
(Yes) Nowaday
In every way
Rasputin is dead
In every way
Rasputin is dead
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