Fed
up of warring parties
with
the outcome unknown
they
thought they'd get a leader
by
a sword stuck in a stone
whom
soever pulls the sword
or
words to that effect
will
be the rightful prime minister
a
dude with some respect
so
came Boris the blue knight
he
pulled with so much gusto
confused
he couldn't move it
it
was was in his manifesto
step
aside said Jeremy
I'll
take my rightful place
tripping
on his lying cloak
and
falling on his face
Jo
the yellow of two face
sensing
it is her day
not
knowing what face to follow
completely
walked away
Nige
the pint and fag man
that
speaks as people feel
found
he couldn't touch the sword
not
being Sheffield steel
then
they looked for the rule book
as
is their tradition
to
see if dynamiting was
in
terms and conditions
and
while they argued over rules
that
only they could see
the
people lived a blissful life
in
perfect anarchy
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