sonnets

A friend informed me that my comment about Gordon Brown was so beautiful and romantic, I really should write sonnets. So I have had a crack at my first one. It's entitled,

The love of Polly and Gordon

Dedicated to Polly Toynbee and the new Prime Minister

The lady wept as she listened to his voice
Drone on in his monotone about 'tax and spend'
They think the country we will mend
And then they will rejoice.
Dear Gordon, how I love you so
Said Polly, who of course you know,
Is the guardian of all that's right
If you're really not very bright.

Come whisper prudence in my ear
And feel my heart start to beat fast
My love for you won't be surpassed
No matter what you hear.
Come fill me with your big hard taxes
I, like the nation, will be on my knees
But unlike them I want to please
It's not just my legs the lady waxes

Ithangyew

*comment about Gordon was 'Gordon Brown is a one-eyed gorgon who likes to rape people with his taxes. You can hear the romance dripping off every syllable