An Ode to Peter Mandelson
I’m a little confused about Peter Mandelson. Well, not him as a person – although I do find him creepy – no, I’m wondering why he’s allowed to tell us all what to do when, the last time I checked, he hadn’t actually been elected. Am I correct in thinking, he was given a title to go with his existing one (Prince of Darkness) and then shoe-horned into a cabinet job? Is that allowed? Aren’t government ministers supposed to be people we’ve actually voted for? Or is that just silly nonsense peddled by the sort of elderly people who like to talk about the good old days when you could buy an Austin Allegro, a 3-piece suite, a holiday in Benidorm and still have change from a fiver?
Anyhoo, as Mandy is allowed to boss me around, I decided I’d retaliate by insulting him in really bad verse – he doesn’t even deserve my usual mediocre poetry, that’s how irked I am.
So, I present for your perusal:
You’re Mandy, Bite Me!
I remember your days in Hartlepool,
You had a moustache and looked like a fool.
But seemed mostly harmless,
Although pretty charmless.
As the years passed it became apparent,
You had a career, but no real talent.
Though foppish and vapid,
Your rise has been rapid.
Now Mr Brown has fallen for your smarm,
Probably mistaking it for upmarket charm.
But, the voters aren’t sure
That your motives are pure.
So Prince of Darkness, I feel I should say,
Your time in power? Soon be close of play.
And think yourself lucky,
It won’t get more mucky.
Just as we hated the divine right of Kings,
So we detest your self-serving dealings.
Of course, you will keep your head,
But lose your smugness instead.
And may wish for aegis,
Exiled in Bognor Regis.
Yes, I did kind of paraphrase the title of 10CC’s I’m Mandy, Fly Me. Sorry.
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