We were challenged to write a poem inspired by two randlmly chosenpages in a dictionary, thesairaus or encyclopedic book. This is my offering
The light grows from his bedside lamp, illuminating hitherto unseen leaves of Humorous Quotations.
He pores through dry pages of politicians' dry political thoughts
Seeking inspiration from giants of history
Is this all they left behind?
A verbal point scored, the tickling of a lexicographer's mind.
At Yalta, it's one up to the Brits as Winston opens the score
Teddy has no response as Stalin is compared to God
Adolph, in despair, advises Mussolini on being photographed in swimwear
While Disraeli shuns badinage - an ironic inclusion
O, the whit of these masters of mirth
He doubts they submitted their daily task resignations.
In 81, Macmillan said no sensible man would challenge the NUM
If only he knew what she knew, and Arthur knew four years later - no one in Barnsley laughs.
Addressing Mr. Parkinson in the book he asks: If men only enter local politics due to being unhappily married,
Does this improve the lot of their wives?
Barack contemplates his melanin tinge and its pre-election origin
Contrary to Phocion's question, his words are not inadvertently foolish
Mr Marr invites everyone to a cultured lunch where Bojo has his cake and eats it
Hilary regrets the waste of good tomatoes
Mr Nathan assures him that politics is the aspirational ladder of the trivial minded admiring the more trivial minded.
He titters not, but sighs, closes the book, and closes his eyes.