The Widow's Pique
I am the very lost leader,
the chancellor of a lifetime:
King Canute on the way out
to a seaside season.
Who put the X into Chequers?
Who left his all his chickens
in one basket, under a cloud
with a silver lining?
I am like Caesar,
Veni, Vidi, Vichy
water under the Bridge of Sighs.
PC Plod at Toad Hall.
Who made the Euro neuro?
What do you get if you cross
a palm with thirty pieces of silver?
I am a little Pyrrhic,
the miracle Jif at Cana in Galilee:
Hannibal over the Alpen,
the bridging loan over troubled water.
I am the backbench burner.
Without me, Major is Brian Poole
without The Tremeloes.
Follow that.