Poetry

We have ventured into a little poetry, though as usual we allow ourselves to be inspired by other people’s work

Mike Cashman

Author of most of
“Brexit’s a Trick, not a Treat?”
“Brexit’s a Musical Trick” (“Not a treat”)
“I Don’t Beg Pardon



Seven Ages to Not Beg Pardon

For him the world’s a stage,
And every man and woman just a token
They have their exits and their entrances;
It matters not how many may be broken.

His acts being seven ages. Let’s start at Eton,
Wrecking the play, ad-libbing what not learned,
And then the lazy writer, with his pieces
Of scribb’ling whining base, payment not earned
As creepingly he lied. And then the Mayor,
Hanging by knackers, with his two-fold flags
Over his governed city, as when he claimed
Water-cannons, buses, bridges, in the bag.

Then to MP, a Tory for his pains.
He joined and seemed as loyal to the herds,
And yet his lies more lucrative in print,
The pay not matching riches for his words.

Then to decide – a toss-up which was best,
A great defeat as Leaving Lead he planned.
And so he played his part, but sadly won.
The flames of Brexit now were truly fanned.

Then as the Sec., of Foreign parts aware.
For best Secs, check your briefs, for what you missed.
But times he rose up badly unprepared;
Zagari-Ratcliffe sits at head of list.

Last scene of all – that ends the British age
Of sense, integrity and due respect,
Is PM’s childishness – is he oblivious?
By No-Deal Brexit, Covid bug we’re wrecked.

There Was a Wise Lady Who Tackled a Lie

Inspired by: There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly


Enter PANNINI and CHORUS. .


PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who tackled a lie –
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
CHORUS
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who sported a spider,
They wriggled and squiggled and tried to misguide her.
CHORUS:
She sported the spider to catch the lie.
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady was undeterred.
Quite undeterred by what she heard.
CHORUS:
She’s undeterred to wear a spider.
They wriggled and squiggled and tried to misguide her.
She sported the spider to catch the lie.
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who squashed them flat.
Fancy that, with all who sat.
CHORUS:
She squashed them flat, quite undeterred.
Quite undeterred, to wear a spider?
They wriggled and squiggled and tried to misguide her.
She sported the spider to catch the lie.
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who cleared the fog.
One lower court was stuck in a bog.
CHORUS:
She cleared the fog to squash them flat.
She squashed them flat, quite undeterred.
Quite undeterred, to wear a spider?
They wriggled and squiggled and tried to misguide her.
She sported the spider to catch the lie.
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who took full note
Of scrutiny needs and time to vote.
CHORUS:
She took full note to clear the fog.
She cleared the fog to squash them flat.
She squashed them flat, quite undeterred.
Quite undeterred, to wear a spider?
They wriggled and squiggled and tried to misguide her.
She sported the spider to catch the lie.
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who worked out how
To get Parliament back and working now.
CHORUS:
She worked out how and took full note.
She took full note to clear the fog.
She cleared the fog to squash them flat.
She squashed them flat, quite undeterred.
Quite undeterred, to wear a spider?
They wriggled and squiggled and tried to misguide her.
She sported the spider to catch the lie.
A lie to the Queen with never a sigh.
The lie will die.

PANNINI:
There was a wise lady who heard their thoughts.
She’s Queen of Courts.
Exit all



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