I usually avoid politics, mostly because I dislike organised political parties – no one party ever has the policies that I want to endorse. It makes voting a really tough ask, but hey ho, that’s life.
However, and with apologies to anyone reading this who is not both British and interested in the Westminsterly machinations, the latest Cabinet reshuffle inspired (hmm, is that the right word? Drove? Or infected?) me so much that this little sonnet popped out.
Sleight of Hand
I woke to the news of Cameron’s reshuffle
which, to be honest, was all rather vague;
That was, until it was goodbye to Hague,
Soon followed by an awful kerfuffle.
I wondered ‘What now?’ Long grass, IDS?
Though the headlines were filled with retiring Ken Clark
‘I’m old, seventy four, the choices are stark’
It all seemed so random – a bit of a mess.
By lunchtime it seemed the worst was ove – r –
And, let’s face it, none sane would gnash and wail
At the overdue end of those stale pale males –
But wait! What’s this? A new role for Gove?
It’s mad – the world has turned on its head.
So surely that means the next PM’s Ed?
While admittedly, this is a bit like reading a foreign language that I only barely comprehend, I recognize the the sleight of hand! For decades I voted “independent” refusing to join one corrupt side or the other. When I moved to Idaho I discovered the Liberals who actually make sense–their platform is less government. I like that idea. Good luck with the shuffling!
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I wish there were better politicians but I should know better than to wish for the impossible…
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The political life is devious one
It is not for doves but for hawks
Only one has entered it with an honest aim
And his name was Guy Fawkes
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Good on you; the sentiment is grand; the rhyming good but the meter needs thought. You can be a poet!
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