Illusions Poem by PAUL COLVIN

I don’t agree with wars that much but sometimes they seem right
I’d rather politicians met and had a right good fight.
Can you imagine boxing gloves, on some of our MP’s?
The thought of blood, would be enough, to bring them to their knees
Whilst others would just slog it out and take it n the chin
But in between each round, they’d have a tonic, laced with gin.
Be honest here, could you see Brown, climbing in the ring
Or leading troops across the sand, that’s not his kind of thing,
He’s more at home in Downing Street, the chief delegator’s house
Where advisors and his cabinet, make rules for our King Louse!