A politician’s speech written by a famous writer
(A speech for Gordon Brown written by Dylan Thomas)
I give you, voters, this dream. Hush.
Only you can hear the come-to-heel, Bercowian barks above the dog-yelping, cat-calling, ding-donging Common’s cacophony;
Only you can hear the silk-soft, pussy-purring snores of the ermine-swaddled, mollycoddled Lords in the House next door.
It is a Big-Ben-Bonging noon in the barbecue-basting heat of another Wednesday’s grilling.
Look. You can see the fork-tongued, lily-livered hotheads honing their knives keen as cockle shells, hell-bent on carving me up as I turn on my spit.
Listen. You hear them baying ‘Butcher bully boy Brown’ but I spit back sparks as blinding bright as shooting stars on a slump-deep, bank-black night.
Only you, in your feather-bedding hearts, are certain that I, this granite-hewn, manse-reared reformer can alone hold back the duck-bobbing, buck-robbing tide and recover your honey-sweet gold at the rainbow’s end.
Commentaires