Oh! Dear Mr Starmer please call it a Day,
For your Backbones weak and your Feet are Clay.
How History will write with an appraising Pen,
About that Empty Suite in Number Ten.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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A write that I am little familiar with but it seems political and clever. Well done Kevin
Well it's all Kicking off here . Talks of a Leadership Challenge.
Thank you for Reading as always.
Most welcome Kevin
The bare facts as news here in the Antipodes - but what has he done.......... or is that the story?
You are on a roll with these political E's. I couldn't think of a better way to catch up on all the doings in the Mother Country....
There's the 'Mandelson' Scandal thats hitting him hard. To many things to mention in this little Box.
Labour did terrible at the Elections last week: And many of its members want him gone.
Thank you for Reading.
Kevin, this is wonderfully direct satire. The rhyme gives it a deceptively light rhythm while the imagery underneath carries genuine criticism and collapse. “That Empty Suite in Number Ten” is a strong closing image too…quietly bleak and memorable. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for your message. And Reading. 👍
Feels like a blunt pub-sung verdict aimed straight at power—wry, cutting, and unafraid to land.
There’s a sharp, old-school bite in it, like history leaning in with raised eyebrows and no patience left for excuses.
Like the President said: 'He ain't no Winston Churchill'. Thank you for Reading.
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