A Message from the Prime Minister

I mis-spoke,

allowed an inconvenient truth

to escape my lips.

Your yawn in my face

angered me so.

I forgot the next lie,

lost my place on the page

and told an old untruth,

one I wished were true

- of course I did.

No-one has wished

for more beggars' horses

than I.

You must believe me

and in my good intentions:

ignore the fingerposts

along the road,

fifth columnists paint over

‘Sunlit Uplands’ with ‘Hell’.

Trust in me,

trust in me.

We must work together,

to tame the beast,

to fight the good fight:

no-one is more sorry

that we have not already won.

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The half-drowned ox

shat over the lazy dog.

We will hold this place

with metaphor and bluster

and I will read the speeches

come what may.