2015 10 – Normal Service (poem)

NORMAL SERVICE WILL BE RESUMED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

 

Switched on the TV the other night

and saw this florid red face,

what a fright,

it was preaching mayhem and murder

as a birthright,

dementia on tap, what a sight,

almost shouting and spitting,

ready to ignite,

take your medication I thought and save some

poor country from blight,

next appeared a pale figure

ever so slight,

calm and collected and intellectually

bright,

killing to him was done

with foresight,

he peered from that box as though

through a gunsight,

so, who were these two, overeager

to smite,

a PM and a PM-in-waiting,

quite.

 

Wilson John Haire.

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