Goldfinch60

Hot Air.

I sat in the marquee listening,

Listening to the member of parliament

Standing on the stage,

Drivelling on about nothing of interest.

On and on he went,

Looking around I saw all were bored.

But then it happened

We all became disturbed

As the marquee started to move.

We did not understand it,

But then I looked out

And saw we were being lifted,

Lifted from the ground.

The idiot on the stage

Had vented so much hot air

That the marquee was sailing,

Sailing up into the sky.

No wonder the Houses of Parliament

Was built with such heavy bricks,

To keep it on the ground

With all that hot air

Being vented by those parliamentarians.