Others have suggested that the reason why Gordon holidays in Britain is his inability to relax and take a brake from the pressures of office. A few months ago Ian Martin in the Telegraph suggested that Mr Brown should return to Cape Cod in order to have a proper break from office and gain the benefits that a proper holiday should give any hard pressured worker.
Apparently Mr Brown holidays in Britain now because he can't abide the idea of being too far away from the office in case a crisis brakes, and he takes a load of civil servants and advisers away with him so that he can carry on with the job throughout his family's holidays!
So this weeks Poems and Politics is a bit of sage advice for Gordon Brown from the Welsh poet and Supertramp William H Davies:
LEISURE
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
What is a brake, Alwyn ;-) ?
ReplyDeleteI wondered that too! It's the Welsh spelling.
ReplyDeleteAhh! I love that poem :-)
ReplyDeleteGordon Brown has got himself into a trap which is why he stays close to home...
Ah, quoting famous Newportonians (namely the Supertramp) now, is it? Nice. It beats Goldie Lookin Chain for their lyrics any day.
ReplyDeleteWhat is this life, given our luck,
ReplyDeleteWe have no time to give a fuck.
No time to stare at owt but cash,
As it flows unhindered into Gordon's stash.
No time to see when goods we pass,
I can't afford 'coz I'm on my arse.
No time to see at dark of night.
'Lectric's too dear, turn off the light.
No time to turn from Gordon's face,
His policies just shame disgrace.
No time to wait 'til his mouth can,
Send my pension down the pan.
A poor life this, I curse my luck.
We have no time to give a fuck.
(c) Jolly Roger Publications.
Without a hint of apology.
If I offend, I'm skint, sue me.
Not offended at all Jolly Roger. Parody is a time honoured way of using poems in politics, so I'm grateful for your contribution.
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