Sir Keir Starmer
is the fifty-eighth British Prime Minister.
Maybe he's not charismatic, but he is pragmatic;
a defender of human rights and all things democratic.
Categories:
starmer, appreciation, political,
Form: Clerihew
Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Categories:
starmer, 10th grade, england, history,
Form: Rhyme
You follow like lemmings, blindly
Hang on every syllable and noun
Like dictates from the gods
Do not disagree as banishment awaits.
For those that veer from the chosen path
A lonely road lays ahead,
they use fear as a signpost
To keep you on the straight
Adulation and nothing less
Will satisfy and feed the zealot.
You must fly their flag.
And wear their badge.
Chant their name with pride.
Take up arms.
Kiss those you really love goodbye.
Oh, what a fantastic c@@t you are.
Categories:
starmer, political, religious,
Form: Free verse