Elections During Lockdown
Local elections 6th May 2021
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch said
that poets’ minds are prehensile.
I am a rhymer but must be dim
as I have forgotten my pencil
on my way to the polling booth.
I was expected to take my own
and, though strange, it’s the truth.
The instructions were very clear:
bring your writing implements
and wear the appropriate gear.
No need for a shield but a mask
to be worn while you are voting
is all the polling station staff ask.
I did not anticipate any problem
but sometimes a fool’s capers
may upset the whole apple cart.
Trump’s name isn’t on the papers
so everything is hunky-dory.
My vote is sought-after by those
who yearn for political glory
but I shall be true to my word,
ignore the hopeful aspirants
and cast a vote for Miss World.
© Luigi Pagano 2021
© ionicus 2023
Another gem Luigi. We had loads of freebee pencils at our polling station; but we took our own, nicked from the time I was a poll clerk.
I used to collect freebie little pens from the bookies in my gambling days. On reflection, they probably cost me more in losing bets. Nothing is ever free.