Some terrible poetry to go with my equally terrible prose.  As I have quite my course, deciding not to study for the moment, I felt I should sit down and try to write a little bit everyday.

So here is a little bit;

As the poor politicians, snuggled deep in their sleep

A terrible monster to their houses did creep

It stole all the money and drank all the oil

It ate all the food, or caused it to spoil.

It laid waste to markets and houses and jobs,

Leaving us nothing but politicians sobs

As they awoke to the fact that their dreams were just that.

They cried for the dreams on which the monster had shat!