A Sonnet on William Shakespeare by the Home Secretary
Macbeth the Thane had a vision of a thing
He asked: “Is this a dagger I see before me?”
Instead of murdering his way to be king
He should comply with our knife amnesty
Romeo and Juliet on each other were quite keen
He took his own life drinking poison from a vial
Young Juliet was not yet aged fourteen
So good riddance to the paedophile
I have a plan to beat Gordon Brown
The Winter’s Tale has given me a lead
I’ll ride the Chancellor out of this town
“Exit, pursued by John Reid”
Was Shakespeare or Marlowe or another the Bard?
We would know if he’d had an identity card
‘Twas a “moment of madness” on a midsummer’s night
That did for Ron Davies when he ran out of luck.
Harried from office, he despaired of his plight:
“If only I’d been a Bottom when enjoying my f-f-fall from grace.”
‘Twas in the year two thousand and seven
That Gordon Brown finally glimpsed heaven
Looking above at the clouds and the sky
He growled, “I’d have built it better under PFI.”
Or: “…when enjoying my Puck.”
‘Twas the night before polling day, when all through the country.
Not a creature was stirring, not even John Humphreys.
The Tory manifesto was hung by the wind turbine with care,
In hopes that some policies soon would be there.