George's poem isn't half bad for a non-poet. Just as well he isn't entering. here is mine. The man, Jack Straw, may be unknown to many of you. He has been in Government since 1997 without raising the tiniest wave. Imagine a chap with a famous name like that being quite so null ansd void. He was Tony Blair's foreign secretary and any number of things after that. he will be Lord Straw of Dunghill when (at last) the bastards are gone.
Shape Shifter
Says Tony, ‘Loose the dogs of War.’
Says I, ‘And that I can, sir.’
Says Tony, ‘Score with Shock and Awe.’
Says I, ‘And I’m your man, sir.’
But then the invasion goes tits up;
As Tony learns to rue it,
He drains at last a bitter cup.
Says I, ‘I always knew it.’
Now Gordon needs to look about
Where probity and trust is.
Says I, ‘I’ll be, without a doubt,
Your Minister of Justice.’
I will repeat, in tones discreet,
To all my best endeavour,
There is no shit I will not eat,
Your Man of Straw for ever.
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