Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Pampering Politics

Let me introduce our petty politicians-A, B, C, D and E,
Daren't you call any silly.
Dear A is a fan of circles, goes round and round,
'He is grieved', says B on his ground.
'He lost the elections, poor fellow,
What has he become, because of his sorrow.'
C, on the other hand, is on cloud nine,
'Thank you very much, all is fine.'
He's found a seat, inches too big for him,
But then, it'll fill (with secret stuff) at his whim.
Poor D is still on the streets, oh God!
'The elections aren't over, my lord.'
He's sweeping the streets he wishes to own,
Roaming in lanes he wished not to roam.
E is best situated, really,
And though this (not he) may be silly,
He owns a state (thank you, voters),
With bought supporters.
This was A, B, C, D and E, and their mournful, glorious state,
But then in politics, this was to be their fate.