A Poem On The Occasion Of The SNP Conference 2016.

Game Over.

The light of independence grows ever dimmer
As the oil and gas fields run down exhausted
The GERS figures grow annually grimmer
Leaving just remains of your pledges uncosted

Project Fear is proven to be Project Reality,
The White Paper its anagram Fraudulent Costs,
We saw not Scotland’s Future but SNP venality
You bet the family croft and coo on it – and lost

But mind the time you were the queen of the land
Swanning in a helicopter through Scotland’s skies
With selfies, and numpties eating out of your hand
While you pulled the tartan wool over their eyes

That was then – this is now: Nicola, you’re past your best
Game over, get on with the day job, and just back to your desk.


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