The Prologue

Voters, if we have offended
Think but this and all is mended
That you have imagined us
To be mean and full of puss
That our incompetence doth seem
Of no more substance than a dream
Voters you must comprehend
That that we’ve broke we now shall mend
And as we are an honest crew
We’ll do so at no cost to you
And all that’s needed will be found
Even if it costs a pound
And when this cruel thing is over
We’ll embrace you like a lover
We will do good deeds to all
Or else ourselves a liar call
Give us your vote if we be friends
And Boris shall restore amends