A PARLIAMENT OF Owls
of wise ones and of fools,
the hagglers and the stragglers,
and the tigers and the mules.
Some booing and some cheering,
some laughing and then cheering,
with criticisms searing
the feathered ass they€™re fearing!
Stretch out accusing finger,
hide face or knowing linger,
red, yellow, blue or ginger (?),
it’s the song €˜n€™ not the singer.
Eyes left or right or centre,
feathers flying in the chamber,
worms freeze before the danger,
beaks pounce upon the manger.
When the fiddling strings the fiddler
and the warm kilt€™s out of kilter,
then the honest and the diddler
join hands to spurn the jilter.
The MPs and the voters,
the quoted and the quoters
economy of stoaters
the sinking and the floaters.
Long live Democracy,
Gave us truth and fallacy
The goals or just the fouls
The Parliament of Owls.
Mark Shepherd 20.11.11 (on a Sunday)
