Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Poetry Thursday 267 - May be not


The show isn't over till the fat lady sings.

Image result for Theresa May cartoons

Jeremy’s turn to play

When you come to the end of your time,
to the end, to the end, of your time,
when you come to the end of your time,
have the bottle to walk away May.

Gilly oh golly, how you loved your time,
right to the very last second.
But when it’s over,
you’re no longer in clover,
have the bottle to walk away May.


Gilly oh golly, how you loved your time,
over winter, summer and spring.
But when you are done,
it’s about as much fun,
as a yoyo without any string.

So you have come to the end May,
Your ball’s no longer in play May,
at No. 10 you do not belong May,
time to allow the winner to play.
©David L Atkinson June 2017


Image result for Theresa May/DUP alliance cartoons

DUPlicity

You can’t trust anyone,
they’re all out for themselves,
put relying on others behind you,
and depend only on selves.

Their aims are not really like yours,
it just seems that they could be.
Tying yourself to a strange course,
will bring the end quite naturally.

The enemy of your enemy isn’t your friend,
they will destroy that in which you believe.
You will break if too far you bend,
what’s been lost you cannot retrieve.
©David L Atkinson June 2017


God Bless