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Friday, 8 February 2013

David Cameron is Richard III -- with apologies to W Shakespeare


(With apologies to William Shakespeare and to King Richard III, formerly of Leicester Social Services car park.)

Enter Richard III, who in this production closely resembles David Cameron


Now is the winter of our discontent
Made yet more chill by inglorious mutiny.
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
Weigh deep in the bosom of this accursed king.
Behind him and at his side, an army --
Not of faithful friends and stalwart yeomen,
But of weak and fickle traitors,
Who will not act 'pon their king's command
Yet murmur in the shadows of plots and treason.
Instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
They plead and whimper
Of conscience, opportunely-found.
They know not love nor loyalty,
Neither in this House nor 'twixt the sheets.
Instead, they yowl of God's law
And swoon clean away
Lest man should marry man
Or woman woman.

Enter a messenger, breathless

My Lord, I bring word from the Tower
Where your nephews, the Princes,
Lie, abandoned, in their chains.
They bid me plead their case, to save them
From the wrath of Gove
And his foul determination to torment them
With further agonies and examinations
Which -- they cry -- no mortal human could bear.

Enter a second messenger, also breathless

My Lord, I come direct from blasted Surrey Heath,
Whence the good lord Gove bids you know
That all is now for nought.
Your enemies, now, are also his --
Where once were liberal hearts,
Are only foes, filled not with love for you,
But with hatred and resolve
To thwart you both at every turn.
Your project is undone,
And dangers loom e'en greater than before.

Richard/Cameron tears off his cloak in a rage

Morse! Morse! My kingdom for Morse!
Get ye to Oxford and bid the wise old man
I have need of him post-haste
To show me the colour of mine enemies,
To root them out and make this land
As once it was, fair and just,
A place fit for Cameroons as yet unborn.
Bid him join us on the fields of Eastleigh
Where we shall fight like lions
And smite our foes, where'er they be.

Exeunt, stage (centre) right

4 comments:

Patrick Haseldine said...

Morse could be:

a. Inspector Morse;

b. Morse code;

c. MORSE (Mathematics, Operational Research, Statistics and Economics), an honours degree at Warwick University;

d. MORSE (Modular Open Robots Simulation Engine) a generic simulator for academic robotics;

e. Morse, an IT services and technology company; or,

f. ReMorse (Inspector Morse again)!

jane christo said...

Thanks Robin.

Made my blizzard filled day in Boston!

I was thinking Inspector Morse!!!

Where is he when you really need him anyway!!!

quietoaktree said...

With Cameron presently up to his ankles in the shifting Saharan sand dunes - dodging the ´slings and arrows´will become more difficult as the daggers are drawn and he sinks deeper.

--He can only hope his foes do not want to inherit another war and quagmire.

Robin Wootton said...

An ambitious idea for a newsletter! A challenge that you have set yourself; bravely risen to; and hopefully been rewarded by, upon re-reading what has turned out to be an excellent execution. Most enjoyable!