The Lost Chord

Guitar man took centre stage,

He read of policies, page by page

And did his best us to approach

By getting rid of Tory sleaze.

He'd ditch Old Labour-style loquacity

In favour of transparency

Whiter than white, this was his aim

And so would not share in Tory blame.

Alas, as predicted by generations past

"This Government will never last!"

History tells us of their tales of woe

New Labour will simply have to go!

If only we'd known of his devious streak

When casting our votes during election week

If only we'd known of his yen for war

And that our soldier sons would be home no more.

If only we'd known of his selfish aim

For world-wide power that comes with fame.

If only we'd had our aerial erected

We'd have known that his brain was disconnected.

Oh! What a shambles, Mr Blair!

We now know that you don't care.

You've given way to rights for yobs

And then you've honoured well-heeled snobs

In summary it is true to say

Your "courage" is now on display.

Our troops have fought, some to a bloody end,

You caused the rift we cannot mend.

The anguish felt both far and wide

Cannot be taken in our stride.

But even in this eleventh hour

And stripped of all but parochial power,

You cling to PM's office like a leech

Your 10-year tenure so desperate to reach.

Please, oh please, say farewell be on your way

We might then live another day!

Les Chapman, Shrewsbury