Elections During Lockdown
By luigi_pagano
Thu, 06 May 2021
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Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch said
that poets' minds are prehensile.
I am a rhymer but must be dim
as I have forgotten my pencil
on my way to the polling booth.
I was expected to take my own
and, though strange, it's the truth.
The instructions were very clear:
bring your writing implements
and wear the appropriate gear.
No need for a shield but a mask
to be worn while you are voting
is all the polling station staff ask.
I did not anticipate any problem
but sometimes a fool's capers
may upset the whole apple-cart.
Trump's name isn't on the papers
so everything is hunky-dory.
My vote is sought-after by those
who yearn for political glory
but I shall be true to my word,
ignore the hopeful aspirants
and cast a vote for Miss World.
© Luigi Pagano 2021
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Me too, Luigi :0)
Me too, Luigi :0)
prehensile and pencil how do you think these up???
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I enjoyed your poem,
Permalink Submitted by David Kirtley on
I enjoyed your poem, particularly as it is so topical. I went to vote and was surprised when they asked me if I brought my own pen. They did give me a pencil, thankfully. I never thought about that being a coronavirus issue until I read your poem, even though I was wearing my mask, which now seems normal!
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