Last year, in the run up to the General Election our PM, David Cameron reshuffled his cabinet. For some reason I wrote a sonnet about it… This will probably only resonate with a UK audience. If it resonates with anyone…
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! Er?
It’s mad – the world had turned on its head.
Surely that means the next PM’s Ed?