Excellent

I have an opinion of sorts; but not allowed to vote.

Last Night's dream

by Claire Tennant

I hated to be in a room where three well-known men with a yen for politics and circumstance offered me a pen 'Vote for me!' was their plea I knew my cue, but what to do was beyond me One was old, so I was told did not impress, for he lacked zest another it is said a businessman well read did not give a jot whether I was there or not The third, to me, is quite well-known in my opinion, a prize clown his politics do not succeed I doubt if he can read yet this is where I need to vote but in my Head, a sour note "You are such a dodo, little Mr Albo" Could I have said what was in my head? I know of the three whom I'd rather see run my chosen country instead, it has already bled of pride but not the need to hide although you think me a chump of the three, I preferred Trump Who am I to say what's best? of politics, I need a rest In this, I'm sure we take a stand It's already in the good Lord's hands