So I wrote this during election time in malta ( thank God it is all over the tension in the country was getting to me). I wrote this poem to try and bring a humorous element to the politcal world and also because I am very cynical about politicains.


The Time.

The time has come,
that
Special time of
Year.

When promises
Are made.

And stories spun.

When insults are exchanged.

Billboards erected.

Commercials broadcasted.

Ah, the time has come,
That special time
of year.

When lies are uttered.

Truth is twisted.

Words omitted.

And poor truth turns in her
Grave.

Justice weeps.

And deception dances
Laughing with glee.

Ah, the time has come,
That special time
Of year.

When God’s book
Of sins is rapidly filled.

And the devil basks
In sweet victory.

Relishing the fun.


Ah, the time has come,
That special time
Of year.


When slogans are sung
And banners waved.

When horns are honked.

As blood boils.

Ah, the time has come,
That special time of year.

When leaflets are handed out
Like candy canes.

With candidates poising.
Smilingly candidly.

Ah, that politician smile
That says vote for me
I’ll make life worthwhile.

Ah, the time has come,
That special time of year.


The advertising companies are
Celebrating.

Poor trees, this isn’t really
their best
time of the year.

They are being turned
To paper, poor chaps.

And on them printed,
each parties
Pro environmental plan.

To safeguard and protect
the environment they
declare.

Ah, the time has come that
special time
of year.

Where people are debating.

And politicians come
Knock, knock
Knockin’
At your door.

Ah yes the time has come
That special time
Of year.

Oh whoopedoo
Election time
Is here.

dats really a lovely poem u ve coined thr... very humourous... made me chuckle..