The people decided and voted for UKIP
Who made big waves that rocked the ship
Of main parties now wounded and feeling sore.
The TV's full of politics and becoming a bore.
Now it's all over bar the accusing & shouting
With new politicians strutting around pouting.
Look, we now have new kids on the block
In four years' time they too may get a shock.
The schools will still open & busses still run
With street lights not working creating such fun
And bouncing into potholes that remain unrepaired
And the angry public making politicians run scared.
Of long debates in the council chamber each evening
And lengthly discussions forming the basis for reasoning
With delicate Town Hall flowers all neatly arranged
We get another four years when nothing has changed.
Absolutely a true reflection on what the people of this great country think. What happens next we are all wondering. I like this poem
festive season for politician every where the same.. thank for the nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Machiavellian game... now fingers crossed for 11th May here! ! !