THERE’S NO PLACE (TO) LIKE (AT) HOME


Elections are over, and one may observe
They’ve chosen the ANC to preserve –
By voting them in again
They will begin again
Getting the rubbish that they deserve.

The biggest mistake with the not-very-bright
Is not so much teaching the idjits to write,
But letting them ‘X’
From total reflex
Is making democracy mockery quite!

Home may well have parties,
But travelling quite smart is;
It’s better to roam
Some distance from home -
Rome is where the art is.

© May 2011 Colonialist (Letterdash/Wordpress)

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4 Responses to THERE’S NO PLACE (TO) LIKE (AT) HOME

  1. I felt this way when the Tories got back in.
    Great poem :-)

    • colonialist says:

      At least in UK most people engage brains before writing an X. This is why one party never stays in indefinitely. Oh, by the way, I am one of the seemingly very few who believe Maggie did a great deal of good.

  2. Artswebshow says:

    Terrific wordplay in this poem.
    I like the tone of it even though it ia highly politically charged

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