I had this nightmare
deep in the infernal workshops of Eton / comes the sound of heavy metals beaten / something awful occurring / sawing & drilling & whirring / sparks / arc flashes of acetylene / illuminating the hellish scene / till silence falls at last / and the quivering news reporters gasp / when bolts get thrown / the main doors blown / and boys rush out deploying their phones / as crashing into the taped-off zone / a gigantic robot PM appears / wild white hair and saucery ears / eyes clanking wide / hands flexing restlessly at its side / steam from its neck and other spots / babbling inanities non-stop
and after a moment’s hesitation / for huffing and puffing and basic orientation / the dreadful creation / begins its quest of devastation / rampaging round the nation / kicking down houses, hospitals, schools / using the Houses of Parliament as a football / picking up the Town Hall / shaking the screaming councillors out / stamping on them as they run about / laughing at their comical posing / unzipping a monstrous copper pipe and hosing / them over / then completing the general takeover / by tossing into the smoke-filled air / a handful of nanobots / Jenricks, Goves and Hancocks / who weave and dive with high-pitched yells / bewildering the poor population as well / till there’s no-one left with sense enough to tell / what needs to be done to break the spell
luckily, I wake up
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Whew.. Lost sight of “nightmare.” I was that wrapped into it. Thankfully reminded at the end.
I had to write it when I learned that 20 British Prime Ministers went to Eton, BJ being the latest. They really knock them out there – and they cause such havoc. Cameron went there too – the architect of Brexit. So it’s more of a political nightmare, really. But absolutely – it’s always a relief to wake up at the end of a bad dream. (I just wish politics went like that, sometimes) Thanks so much for the comment, as always! 🙂
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