Political Parties

Recently I find the political situation in the UK to be a rich source of inspiration for poems. 

During a time when the government imposed strict rules to limit the spread of coronavirus, the population made sacrifices - one of the most heartbreaking being the restriction against being with loved ones in their dying hours.

Reports of social gatherings and parties within government were at first denied, then deflected by the Prime Minister. As evidence emerged, stories changed, eventually leading to a supposed apology in the House of Commons. At the time of writing, criminal responsibility and political fallout has still to be ascertained. 

This is the background to this poem.

 Political Parties

The PM said there were no parties,

then said that they followed all guidelines,

then in a knee-jerk

later claimed it was work,

hoping it was consigned to the sidelines.

Enraged that there "could" have been parties

The PM denied that he'd known,

Enquiries were needed

before he conceded

that any lockdown rules were blown.

When photos of Downing St garden

showed people with cheese and with wine,

it was merely a meeting

and no one was cheating -

the PM said all this was fine.

Whilst investigations continued

The chap at the helm stood aside

It was for the best

As a conflict of int'rest

made him the wrong guy to decide.

The PM still denied involvement

in parties around Number Ten.

A picture was posted

of a quiz that he hosted -

a party hat meeting again?

One hundred were emailed in lockdown

To make the best use of good weather,

to bring their own booze

if they should so choose,

to drink, socially-distanced, together.

It emerged that forty attended

with trestles set up with some nibbles.

An unlikely meeting

With boozing and eating;

Mistaken for work, came the quibbles.

But who could have made such an error?

The PM himself had attended

At first he'd not twigged

As the attendees swigged -

at least, that's how it was defended.

So now what does ev'ryone think?

When he said that no parties occurred

He'd not just been wrong

He'd been there all along

Denials are simply absurd.

The PM had lied to the House.

He'd partied and broken the rules.

Whilst Britons had died

He had partied and lied

And treated the people like fools.

Apologies will not suffice.

Whilst rare, don't believe they're sincere.

He won't leave by his choosing;

When his party fear losing,

Maybe then there's a chance that day's near.