Colonel Who? Poem by Jim Evans

What did you shout in the tunnel?
Who's left to listen down there?
As you fled underground
Was the only sound,
Footsteps and mad wheezes for air?

Were you always a pantomime villain,
To have planned such a textbook escape?
Now it's behind you King Lear,
All the violence and fear;
The passage's end taking shape.

How loud will you shout from your hiding?
It's harder to hear you from there.
Such a noisy recluse
Could well swing from a noose;
A sore throat's now a thing to beware.

Will you withdraw your ill-gotten investments?
Pension-off one last change in regimes?
From Colonel to Field Marshal,
A promotion impartial;
Bumps up final salary schemes!