Poem: Talking politics at the Watford Gap
Miliband, Cameron and Clegg,
They stopped at the Watford Gap cafe
To partake of bacon and egg.
As soon as their tastebuds were sated
They relaxed and started to chat,
Each wondered what the other
Had hidden under his hat.
Cleggy was on the defensive
His party is not at its best.
The yellow ribbons are flying.
Might as well lay them to rest.
Miliband blustered and floundered
His policies failed to impress
He passed over immigration
Trying hard to digress.
He tried to upstage the Tories
Making their ideas his own,
Talking as if devolution
Had its source from Eddie alone.
The NHS is in trouble
Ed thinks he should be in charge,
Borrowing plenty of money
And making the deficit large.
Cameron seethed in the corner,
Reducing our debt is his aim,
He says “we’re all in it together”
Insists we must all play the game.
His pledge is reducing taxation,
Middle class Britain will gain
Dave thinks they should all be rewarded
For sacrifices and pain.
The food was gone and the coffee,
all conversation was dead.
The job of footing the food bill
seemed to have fallen to Ed.
He seemed to object to this process,
Starting a big argy barge.
When into the Watford Gap cafe
A grinning Nigel Farage.
Riding his on successes
He greeted his rivals with glee.
He knows they will soon be debating
And thrashing it out on TV.
He wants to curb immigration
And says he has throught it all through,
Keep the borders restricted,
And take us out of EU
The meeting of minds had concluded
They started off on their way.
The public must be deluded
To believe a word that they say.