[colinbaker62]

Beautiful dreamer, O wake unto me,
No.10's key is here waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, all making a din,
Lull'd by the bullshit of New Labour spin.

Beautiful dreamer, my second term's done,
Thus do I woo thee with soft melody;
Come to me, Gordon, my Prodigal Son, - -
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, be quick! Here's the key!

[Dreamy time passes]

Beautiful dreamer, you're PM now! See?
Look! Labour MPs, they bow before thee;
And pay no attention to vapours new borne,
Predicting you'll fade by the bright coming morn.

[More dreamy time passes]

Holy cow Gordon! The vapours were right!
Scarcely the morn, you're at critical mass;
Food, fuel, finance; you're well in the shite, - -
Dreaming's now over, the mushroom clouds pass,
Dreams at you feet, they're political ash.








Colin Baker May 2008




(With thanks to Stephen C. Foster)


It was a tiny clique of people in the British Labour Party's ruling National Executive Committee (completely influenced and infatuated by the outgoing Prime Minister's ideas and values) who, in 2007, got to choose a Prime Minister to replace Tony Blair (in other words they went through the motions of selecting a successor of Tony Blair's choosing; namely, Gordon Brown). It would seem, however, that they picked the wrong candidate. The British people as a whole, for their part, had no say in the matter whatsoever.