Peter Pedant - ( written in Pedantish)
I won't put up with this, but Churchill said, up with this I will not put, hur hur, an e wuz a war leader an we are at war wiv der enemy from der land of der wok, an we are lockdowned an in solitary. Yes? Yes? Yes?
An de yurrpeens is clozin borders on each other hur hur sposed ter be all fear one an one der all an give back our £350m a week.
Fer we are stronger locked up an singin like tallyons seprit but together, the ballad of Boris inspire us, as we defeat the virus, britanya waves the rools upon this ship of fools, infected with the gladness that is a sign of madness.
Go for it ABers, forward I cry from the rear, lions led by a big lion, Nora little donkee like the Corbone and the Abbatoir.
Who will give me a horse for this kingdom, oh men of England not the forrin ones, will say dis wuz our finest hour. XXXXXXX