Engagement or Disenchantment
10 September 2017
PAUL OATES
Now is the winter, of our discontent,
Should you not be happy, over those you sent,
To the welcoming shores, of our Manus Isle,
Where we have detained them, for a while,
You can rest assured, we'll honour the agreement,
Just as long as you continue, your policy of appeasement,
That let's us continue, to rule unabated,
Without any censure, or comment related,
So put on a smile, at our 'close' relations,
And we'll receive, your warm congratulations,
And continue the charade, and the billions in aid,
Rest assured I won't rain, on your domestic parade.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
This pretty much summarises Scomo and Mutton Dutton
Posted by: Bernard Corden | 11 September 2017 at 01:23 PM
Elocution and Elucidation set to Iambic Pentameter, Lindsay.
Posted by: Paul Oates | 11 September 2017 at 09:16 AM
Capital, dear Paul! Deduction or reduction?
Posted by: Lindsay F Bond | 10 September 2017 at 09:30 PM
Spot on Paul.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 10 September 2017 at 07:12 PM
I like this one.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 10 September 2017 at 04:09 PM