A version of Shakespeare’s ‘Seven Ages of Man’ as applied to a politician.
All infants age and err, and err did she
When, as a chaplain’s daughter, chaste and pure,
In golden wheat fields she succumbed to sin
And, running through them, roused farmer’s wrath.
This darling bud of May in schoolchild days
Soon blossomed as a flower that bloomed aloft
And did to Oxford’s dreaming spires ascend
Where, as a lover, lured by learning’s lore,
Then later, as a soldier of the Right
And worthy justice for the fairer sex,
She winged her way from work to Parliament
Where, rising through the ranks of lesser men,
She won the Premier’s crown and right to rule.
But now this ageing, erstwhile dancing queen
Did stumble on the stage towards decline
And, as the curtain fell, so felled was she!
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