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Members of the British Parliament are currently throwing their hats into the ring in the hope of becoming the next Tory leader and prime minister. The earlier number of 13 hopeful candidates has now been reduced to eleven. Perhaps there are more to come, or maybe others will think again and withdraw their names from the list. The Conservative electorate awaits . . .
A Politician’s Thirst For Power
Give me hope and lend me foresight,
I must not wait till it’s too late
Perhaps I might
Join the fight,
Grasp at chance and seal my fate
Please, tell me to refrain from trying,
Tell me now to stop and think.
Am I helping,
Ego-crying,
Will I take things to the brink?
Is it time to reconsider,
Time to stop, not interfere?
Time to ponder,
Time to wonder,
Will my offer cost me dear?
My party needs me like a headache,
Yet another cross to bear.
I’m a chancer,
Fate enhancer.
Should I do it, should I dare?
Better not, time’s not quite right,
. . . To be or not to be?
Don’t take a bet,
My time’s not yet . . .
Wait a year or two and see.
Roland's Ragbag 
What else can we do but ‘ave a larff
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Yes, indeed, Derrick.
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Your title says it all but I love your poem which so brightly and yet with humour
highlights our situation. Mind you Roland, I think you would make a very good
Prime minister. 😊 .
Miriam
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Thanks for your proposition, Miriam, but I rather doubt I’d get any more to second your proposal. On second thoughts – I DON’T WANT THE JOB!
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🌻 Didn’t think it was you somehow but what a refreshing change.
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