The Tale of a Chivalrous and Gallant Knight

by Sarah Williams

In days of yore when England fair,

Hath fallen into disrepair,

The knight to whom she in despair,

Did gratefully turn was Tony Blair.


T’was glorious, that triumphant sight!

The hearts o’the nation hath shone bright,

With hopes that the fearless Sir Blair might,

Put all the wrongs o’England right.


The dragon slain, the kingdom won,

Indeed hath Tony well begun,

And England hath rejoiced as one,

When spake he thrice, “Education”.


To fight the nation’s enemies,

Sir Tony gathered brave M.P.s,

And with the help of such as these,

He drew up many wise decrees.


Blair swore from thence that ne’er should live,

In that house a Conservative,

That all he had he’d surely give,

To stand o’er his land defensive.


But though Sir Blair airs could put on,

His power could not forever go on,

For soon o’er Westminster horizon,

Showed the form of David Cameron.


Sir Cameron was brave and good.

Whilst in the chamber great he stood,

Proclaimed he to the world that they should,

Embrace all those who wore a hood.


Sir Cameron gloriously decreed,

From his energy saving steed,

That he too could take the lead,

And meet the English people’s needs.


Sir Blair himself made judgements poor

In leading his kingdom to war,

It had been done by many before,

But ruin was all his people saw.


Many men whom Blair had happy made,

Now their champion hath betrayed,

And came to young Cameron’s aid.

It seemed that Blair’s power would fade.


Thus when the time came for election,

Blair to his men gave the direction,

To each ride out to his own section,

And campaign for Blair’s protection.


When at last the day came for the duel,

It fell that Blair again should rule,

But had he now votes minimal,

Whence he had had them one and all.


How cruel it seems Sir Blair to blame,

O he of nineties Labour fame,

For despite Cameron’s young blue flame,

The two were really much the same.


But Cameron, with all things green,

And helmet and two wheeled machine,

Though threatening, could not have been,

The only threat that Blair had seen.


For Blair had lasted contests three,

And now the choice was made by he,

To resign with dignity.

Another knight his heir should be.


In this way Tony hath stepped down,

Moved out from number ten in town,

And gallantly he passed the crown,

To that brave knight, Sir Gordon Brown.