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Best Poems From
C RICHARD MILES
(1961)
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Election Fever
It doesn't take an impressive feat of detection
To guess that we're heading to an imminent election;
Before very soon we'll be motoring on the road
To a total explosion of politics overload.
As we swing to the Right and we swing to the Left
We can't make our minds up who we think is the best:
For Brown will drown us in mounds of statistics
And Cameron will hammer on about why he's a whiz kid
And Clegg'll hedge his bets and go straight down the middle
But we'll still wonder which of them is still on the fiddle
They'll peddle fiscal measures as the debt mountain doubles
But who will have the skill to unscramble the muddle?
Is Cable able to work it out? Will Darling be too dear?
Is Osborne's obfuscation now appearing much more clear?
Is it seen that the Greens are too extreme to be believed?
Is UKIP mixing messages too complex to be perceived?
Although there might be something on which all of us agree:
There's far too many dangerous strangers voting BNP.
But unless we get some backing to banish voter apathy
We might end up by vanishing beneath some stupid strategy
Where the party that's the smartest is starting second best
And the donkeys who are chronic are the ones that pass the test.
For the electorate's disgruntled in this country; it's a fact
And to earn back public confidence will need a sack of tact
So that the vexed electors all return to ballot boxes
Or we might adopt the options that are dodgy or are toxic
For the freebie MPs have diseased these elections
With the trend for expenses that they thought would not be questioned
So we're all disillusioned and our views are polluted
So we need to pursue new solutions to be mooted
To extract higher standards from people who serve
Or this demoralised democracy'll get what it deserves
I've no raging ambition; I'm just stating my position
That what this country's lusting for is honest politicians
But where we might just find them, I haven't got a clue
Be they yellow, red or green or pink or white or blue
If we all start thinking that no one shade will do me
We might just be left with Monster Raving Loonies
But I don't really think that anything will change
When the next lot's elected; they'll still be just as strange
For our elected representatives won't really represent
The views of the electorate to any great extent.
C Richard Miles
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Elephant On The Telephone
Theres an elephant on the telephone
Who wants to make a trunk call
To the elegant but pleasant gent
That he calls his negligent uncle
Who had forgotten, since hes not
An elephant with great foresight,
To tie a tight knot upon the spot
In his cotton handkerchief, a fortnight
Ago in November, so hed remember
That Decembers the time for going shopping
For expensive gifts he intends to fit
In the elephants huge Christmas stocking.
C Richard Miles
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Fairy Frost
Before the dawn, the fairy, Frost, flies free
Amongst the dewy grassblades on the lawn.
She drapes her feathers on each branch and tree
Before the dawn.
As if she were to rule an empire born,
White as the bloom upon the cherry, she
Drifts over gardens with a haughty scorn.
With angel wings she flits, just like Queen Bee,
But, as the blackness of the night is torn
To shreds by sunlight, Fairy Frost must flee
Before the dawn.
C Richard Miles
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Fancy Dress Invite
It sat there, so pretty in pink,
But soon my heart started to sink
At that sad intimation
Of the mad invitation.
What did they want me to think?
The partys on Saturday next:
The theme is unusual dress,
The dafter, the better,
Mad hatter, trendsetter,
As long as you dress to impress.
But thats just the thing that I hate,
And so Im resigned to my fate:
I might as well wind up,
Since I cant make my mind up
As to what to wear, till too late.
C Richard Miles
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