Sir Winston S Churchill

Sir Winston S Churchill


Of small stature and odd in shape

he never once did our attention escape

A statesman bold and forthright

he held high the sceptre of right

A orator of incomparable eloquence

which few others could ever silence

A politician adroit and adept

a man of compassion who easily wept

With pen and ink he enriched each page

a master of brush and canvas, a veritable sage

An aristocrat he stood alongside the common man

and his years did nearly a century span

He championed the cause of democracy and liberty

against the evils of a foreign tyranny

He joined a trades union to build a garden wall

and worked assidiously for Hitler´s downfall

We look today at our political elite

and there is not one with Churchill to compete

Faithful to Crown and Nation

he stood firmly at his parliamentary station

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keith jeffries

Mon 19th Jun 2017 18:31

Dear M.C. Thank you for this. The lady he invited to drink poison was Lady Astor, who also sat on the Tory benches. Unable to call fellow members of parliament liars he referred to what they had said as being terminological inexactitudes. Certainly a master of the English Language. Strangely enough I was inspired to write this poem after seeing an excerpt from You Tube when he addressed both Houses of the Canadian Parliament. He referred to the downfall of France and a warning given by the French Generals that England would have her neck rung like a chicken. He replied....some neck, some chicken. Thank you for your comment. Keith

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 19th Jun 2017 18:13

It took an American to observe that he "marshalled the
English language and sent it to war". His repartee in
parliamentary spats was unequalled but today's "ism"
proselytizers would be throwing up their arms in righteous
indignation at the sort of exchange that occurred when he
was told by a formidable female MP that if he was her
husband she'd put poison in his coffee, to which he
replied that if she was his wife he'd drink it. Those were
the days!

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