What are we to make
of all our candidates?
Some are candid
Some are rancid
Whether black, red or white
How can they all be right?
What we all think of them
depends on their sparkling diadem
or belief in some stratagem.
Are they a turgid turd?
or something even more absurd.
Some took firsts
others not even a third
can we see the wheat from the chaff?
Who is for real and who is having a laff?
Why should we vote for them?
It needs a light to see a gem
Should we grab the red sabre?
and start voting Labour
or should we all be seen
at last voting green.
From the peasant to the Queen
and the boys and girls of Camberwick Green
Should we be hell-bent on voting independent?
or stick to the Tories
and their hackneyed stories.
Should we entrench?
with the French wench?
or get a sermon
from Herman the German?
And there's the rub
Should we stay in the club?
or fling the bling
and do our own thing?
Our muscle, should we flex it?
by heading for the exit
with the party that's Brexit
Hope someone's checked it
or we'll get a witch to hex it.
Whatever you did vote
may the blow that you smote
be worth more than a mote
and if you turned your coat
good luck sailing in your boat!
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