Cleggeron

This one’s for @jefffyke who suggested I write a poem about the coalition.
I haven’t forgotten the other suggestions, those are next!

Gordon Brown was nursing his head
as he saw a face peek through the door
A Cameron had snuck through the pantry
and was nesting on the kitchen floor
‘Get out’ cried Brown with a whimper
‘You’re not the prime minister yet’
‘But I will be’ said Dave with a snarl
‘In fact, I’m willing to bet’

Mr Brown kicked the creature outside
and set traps in around no.10
in case that sly creature was slippery
and managed to get in again
But alas it was not to be
as within just a matter of days
Mr Brown and his family moved out
and went their separate ways

For britain this was simply disastrous
as without those traps left behind
a Cameron was lurking much closer
and his reign would not be as kind
By some miracle along came a Clegg
with an optimistic little scurry
that Cameron suddenly fell for
and wanted to snap up in a hurry

So the Cameron addressed the public
with the Clegg smiling sweetly by his side
and told everyone change was coming
though many believe that he lied
with their misty eyes locked on eachother
and coalition under their belts
Cleggeron may not be so happy
when their plan for reform melts

So off they went hand in hand
No.10 looked on Cameron with fear
like a horror film, doors would slam closed
when the slithering fellow was near
Clegg, unlike Cam, was much kinder
With a spring in his step most delightful
But his alliance with Cameron seemed silly
If not terribly terribly frightful

Now all we can do is observe them
As they bicker about matching ties
And swear at Cameron wholeheartedly
until he gives in and says his goodbyes.
So we pray that the future is brighter
as the Cameron cloud draws closer
Even with Mr Clegg at his side
we’d be better off led by a toaster

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