It’s National Poetry Day and party conference season here in the UK. Which naturally brought my thoughts to verse..
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
This one reads the Morning Star,
This one does not drive a car.
Say! what a lot of fish there are!
One fish bends a journo’s ear:
“There weren’t so many here last year!
The Tories will have much to fear
Because there are so many here!
Here and there are lots of new fish:
(Hiding somewhere is a blue fish)
This fish is called Jeremy,
And few fish are as red as he.
The red fish all applaud with glee
Whenever they see Jeremy.
For he rejects austerity
Because it isn’t fair, you see.
Jeremy has a grey beard
And many blue fish think him weird.
“Jeremy!” the papers sneered,
“No proper leader has a beard!”
What will the red fish now agree,
At their meeting by the sea?
A fish steps up and takes the floor,
She’s one we haven’t met before.
Here is a chance to prove her worth
By showing how we save the earth.
(And don’t forget what this could mean
When lots of people voted Green)
Will she talk of car emissions?
Will she talk of air conditions?
“Please save the planet,” this fish begs,
“By avoiding milk and eggs!
Meat-eating is just for jokers,
And carnivores are worse than smokers!”
Oh well, they still have Jeremy –
Those cheery red fish by the sea –
Who does not like austerity
And wants to set the workers free
By making all the rich fish pay.
But will they pay up? Who can say?
Let’s say goodbye to all the new fish
And go North to see the blue fish.
Here things are a little tense,
Here they’ve built a great big fence
To keep all the protesters out
In case they might throw eggs and shout.
But here are lots of fish in blue,
And some have brought their spouses, too.
One fish gets a little hot:
“We’re not nasty – no, we’re not!
Whoever says so is a Trot!”
One outlines her policies
On migrants and on refugees:
“Of course we wish them every cheer –
We just don’t want them coming here.”
One dislikes the poor and needy:
“Frankly,most of them are greedy.
The reason that they have it rough
Is cause they don’t work hard enough!”
One proposes downing tools
And selling hospitals and schools.
(The doctors might get quite upset
But none of them are striking yet)
Oh dear! The blue fish do seem cross:
Let’s have a listen to their boss.
“We have to make the people see:
They should not vote for Jeremy!
His policies are far too weird
And most of all – he has a beard!”
Oh, what a lot of fish to see
In the North or by the sea.
Some are mad and some are glad
And some are very, very bad
Is politics a sort of fad?
I don’t know. Go ask your Dad.
(with apologies and thanks – again – to Theodor Giesl, aka Dr Seuss)