Just Another Election Day
Always on Thursdays, these days,
Always a busy day in the week –
It’s just the fate of the next five years,
So best to keep it meek.
Never a public holiday,
We don’t want to make a fuss –
Just pop-in, if you think you can spare the time
On your way to the bus.
We see the early-morning party leaders
Be the first to the poles –
Fulfilling their photogenic roles,
Though too late for the newspaper-readers,
Whose headlines show the colours of their souls.
So the bookworms are shunned from the lib’ries,
And the kids kicked-out of the schools,
As the powers that be, begrudgingly,
Let us have a say in the rules.
It’s all so British and half-cocked,
All ashamed of the rallies and cheers –
Just cast your vote in silence,
Then shut-up for five more years.
And the highlight of the day,
Are all the dogs who wait so patiently
By the signs in heavy font on the TV,
As their owners have their say –
While a third of us stay home in apathy.
Rhyming Couplets 