oh dear - on Laws and football

Didn't take long for the orange and blue
to find that perfection may not follow through
those well thought out plans at the point of a gun
have quickly unravelled and unlucky for some
or is it bad luck when the public is conned
that their purse has been rifled by those who would don
the mask of preferment and holier than thou
better than you and the truth would avow
so it comes back to bite and can't leave well alone
until all politicians have cast it in stone
Get paid a salary fair for the job
and expenses sufficient that they don't have to rob
until we can trust them we'll just turn away
and drown all our sorrows in match of the day.

when does it start?

Con-Dem (ned)

Con-demned already and the wedding sheets not cold
No blood stains either yet, a marriage one week old
for what will lie ahead with that so fateful kiss,
a pact with devils will make their wedded bliss

no motorcade for those who pedal madly
on tandem sit, the buttock faced one gladly
as he piles the pressure on his once willing mate
to make the cuts, a blood lust he'll not slate

until the voters squeal and slaughter dems once more
whose hand was pumped and squeezed that oily claw
ushered to the ranks of near dead cons to sign
and witness all those cuts on dotted line

all failures will be laid at lib dem door
the ash croft millions help to keep the score
of many minions hanging out to dry
the people say that history cannot lie

so we will know that con-demned feels already
the noose around the neck to throttle, ever ready
to jump back to much safer times upon the fence
now reality is here let the lottery commence

be it dicey dave or long lost kenny clark
to stab the partner with truth that leaves a mark
we looking on will wince and see their pain
the vultures too will swallow most and gain
from that one kiss we hear the cries of shame
as Con-demned libs will burden all the blame

At the end of the road (election night request from BBC Somerset)

The wait is nearly over, time for us to see,
Que sera sera,what will be will be.
All that pent up feeling building up inside
At least will have a vent, one party to deride.
It's supposed to be democracy so we can have a say
Not all of us can win but come back another day.
We proudly state our values, for the many not the few
We celebrate a melting pot, a multiethnic stew
of talent and believers and the morally lacking
and find out exactly the extent of voters backing.
The teams of all observers are looking very still,
those wearing three colours quite frankly make me ill,
but quite soon it will be over, when tensions all laid bare
it's then that we discover that no one really cares.