Saturday, 13 November 2010

Guess Who?

The Lost Leader

JUST for a handful of offices he left us,
Just for a deputy's badge to pin to his coat—
Found the one bloke who we'd trust to protect us,
He'd rein in th' Tories as they went for our throat;
They, with the gold to give, dol’d him unemployed coppers,
So much was theirs - but no sharing's allow’d!
How all our ballots had gone for his service!
Liberals in Government - our hearts had been proud!
We that had lov’d him so, follow’d him, honor’d him,
Liv’d in his mild teenage arsonist's eye,
Trusted his promises (made in fake Yorkshire accents),
Made him our pattern to live and to die!
Charles Kennedy is of us, Shirley Williams was for us,
Asquith, Jenkins, were with us,—they watch from their graves!
He alone breaks from the students, campaigners,
He alone sinks to the rear - Tory slave!


  1. Cracking poem, Moptop! Loved: Liv’d in his mild teenage arsonist's eye See also: The Curmudgeon
    p.s. And where have you beeeeeeeen?

  2. Fran - it rhymes with ROTTEN egg.

    Bébé - if I told you I'd have to ... you know the rest. Suffice to say, that there is a well-known town in Kent where I am no longer welcome.