this week

bloody cold, if truth be told but cant have too much of that or the daily mail will smell a rat and see one too where ere they can or spout their lies to leveson

Mails ann leslie on qt, shouting down a sceptic crowd though looking ready for a shroud espousing thatcher's bile of old and proving that she's not yet cold just resting in dementia; time to light the fire

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.

Promises to Wells electorate request from BBC

To amplify your voice in the London roar
If its help you need, I'll give you more
of my time and experience cos I work for you
Whatever your colour, whatever you do.
I'll campaign for co-ops more houses and jobs,
And keep you informed with letters and blogs,
Whilst thoughtful and patient, decisions I take
and this is a candidate not on the make.
I'm a teacher, a parent and rugby referee
A perfect package I'm sure you'll agree.
From Shepton, Chilcompton, Highbridge or Street
You'll find me campaigning to capture this seat
To work for the many; not just the few;
By acting together we can get rid of blue.

Humanitarian Aid

equality begins when we're dead
check out what bodies in Haiti said
no one seem to say much when we alive
scratching around just to survive
it takes a big rumble way underground
that tumbles our buildings and bodies around
for people around the rich world to say
let's rush out some soldiers to save the day
we'll pour in our conscience add some water and bread
at least those bodies will look like they fed

go back to thinking of those still alive
come up with a strategy that helps them to thrive

GB 4 GB

Roll up, roll up, the election has begun,
Bring forward 3 contenders,to see whose number one,
N.C = No Chance, though Cleggy is his name,
D.C = Di C Dave of fluffy policy fame.

G.B is the Gordon Brown who brought us where we are,
With help of Labour Ministers we think he is the star,
He saved us from the very brink of financial disaster,
Globally the firm consent, that GB was the master.

So step up to the plate D.C with your plan of doing nothing,
Let's make sure the voters know and give you a good stuffing
And nice NC just stand aside, for lib dems dilly dally,
We have our leader good and strong and round him we will rally.

Great Britain deserves the best for the many not the few,
So don't put us in jeopardy by wavering to blue,
That's not the inheritance your children want from you
but faith in those decisions that help us all come through.

Tory response to Global Financial Crisis

Her Majesty's Opposition in economic debate
stand back and do nothing, leaving Britain to her fate.
'It's really very simple-the markets will decide'
Who swims, who sinks, who splutters,left gasping to survive.

Eventually a policy-to slash and hack and burn,
but ensuring that the grand elite are wrapped in tax returns,
'Let the people pay' remains the gallant call
from the playing fields of Eton, the toffs from county hall.

The Tories are a change my friends, that we simply can't afford,
their menu full of menace, a minorities accord,
extreme right mobs in Europe or loss of equal pay,
their promises are destitute;our people they betray.

Billy Elliot Show

Just seen that Billy Elliot show
evoked the passion of not so long ago
when Thatcher and hate were synonymous words
communities smashed and anger stirred.

they imported coal at twice the price
cost didn't matter public funds would suffice
to demolish those men who went underground
the script had been written the last post would sound

on the men and their labour and all that they viewed
be it slag heaps and coal dust and chimneys that spewed,
you can't tell the miners it was done for their health,
it was just to secure all the power and the wealth.

Good show; made me cry

Tiger Tiger

Tiger Tiger burnin bright
Morals high and driving right
When all the world around came crashin
Media might will do their bashin
Til you have withdrawn from view
A penitent to build anew
Those special skills and gentle touch
with just one woman is too much
from you who do so little wrong
its good to hear the message strong
to us who strive but can't achieve
a slice of what is make believe
we take acclaim in dreams maybe
to walk your walk from tee to tee
hear the crowds roar out our name
but you're the one deserves the fame
we see you're human after all
and life is more than just a ball
We hope to see you back real soon
good luck,keep reaching for that moon

Power to the People

Power to the People; let the people have their power
(National Grid plan to distribute power from a proposed new nuclear power station at Hinkley Point)

When pylons march across the land hip hip hooray they say,
that power, it heats my home and bulbs to turn night into day.
Go, bedeck the mighty pylons with blades and panels too
at christmas time bright tinsel,some lights; red,white & blue.

Some don’t want nothing nuclear, no wind farms or that coal
keep the tidal power of Severn if here you’ll make a hole.
We’ll keep our lovely countryside, we do not want to pay,
nor lose money on our houses, so we will have our say.
So yes, make up your banners and march and type today,
but we co-operators want our power an equitable way.

Choose, a Liberal dose of everything where anything will do;
the elitist flatearth Tory, supporting just the few;
this Labour Co-op person says, I will campaign with you,
but I want to look at climate change and every other view,
for if we can bury hatchets we can bury cables too.

So let’s not make decisions based on prejudice or lies,
but go looking for the answers, though complexity defies,
a simple safe solution that will satisfy our lust,
for everything electrical, where everything’s a must;
we’d better mind our planet or we’ll all of us go bust.

We should gather to consider, before we bite the dust,
including those who tell me, ‘we really can’t be fussed’;
so standing for election or standing to achieve,
let’s do it for the principles, that we, perhaps, believe.

No Moor Pylons

No moor pylons group are campaigning to put high voltage power cables underground in order to protect the moors and levels of beautiful Somerset.