Just For You Poetry

On May the 7th I'll cast a vote
And wear my patriotic coat
As earnestly I take the box
In blue and white and red striped socks

And there , my truest cross I'll mark
As every parliamentary shark
Shall tell of all they'll hence achieve
Whilst laughing up a crooked sleeve

I'll think; I'll muse; oft scratch my head
At every lie that each one said
I'll grieve;I'll vex ; As each one gloats
Securing hopeless hollow votes

And then with pencil tight in hand
with grimaced face, I simply stand
And contemplate my empty cup
That none who canvas e'er fill up

And negative though be my frown
I rip it up and fling it down
My voters slip shall not secure
Elitist wasters anymore

For none shall know the peoples will
And all shall lie and cheat until
The British democratic door
Shall slam and folk shall vote no more

well i just love this rhyming take on our political parties..

there is so much more i want to say..but i doubt i could say it as politely or poetically as you Steven..

I admire the rhyming couplets too and my favorite line is ''whilst laughing up a crooked sleeve'. Politics are so frustrating and you bring this to the fore with your intelligent witticism once again Steven.

Nicely and honestly expressed

Were you writing about England or America-whatever- you did a mosttruthful and telling job, with all the salient facts I must remember this if and when
I head for my voting precinct again. Excellant exposure-Great rhyme and flow

Can only agree with your every word, Steven. If only they could be as honest as you.

With you all the witty way you expose these political fraudsters dear Steve - - a great read as always.