The Magnificent Seven

 

The Magnificent Seven

Led by a man of heroic renown

With visages set in expressions grave,

The black-clad gunslingers rode into town,

Fearless, determined and tirelessly brave.

Silent, they ambled along the high street,

And many a peasant, joyfully cried;

“The seven are here!” as hopeful hearts beat

In anticipation, tension and pride.

The seven samurai came to the green,

And there awaited the terrible foe,

But those they sought were nowhere to be seen,

As mask-wearing marshals entered the show,

And, at a distance of two metre span,

The seven were herded into a van.

After the marshals had driven away,

The bandits' leader appeared and declared;

“You’ll all be paying me double today,

If you want your homes and lives to be spared”.

The hapless peasants then went back inside;

Waited with dread in self-isolation;

The help they’d sought was abruptly denied,

And what was the cause of their frustration?

The “Rule of six”, of which had been spoken

By the prime minister four nights before;

Unfortunately, that rule was broken,

By the magnificent, being one more,

And, in accordance with Boris’s speech,

The seven were fined a hundred pounds each.