A General Election was announced

They fired the starting pistol

So who do reporters interview?

Blathering Brenda from Bloody Bristol

“You’re joking! Not another one!”

She famously did opine

And journalists all brayed with joy

A soundbite for our times

Such a hardship for poor old Brenda

Having to make up her mind

Maybe follow the occasional debate

If she ever felt that way inclined

She’ll have to locate her polling station

If it’s raining, she might need a coat

Or if that is just too much trouble

Organise a postal vote

“Oh no not another one!”

Such a burden for Brenda to bear

But it’s hardly an exceptional standpoint

There are many more like her

But participation in the electoral process

Was never a cause for dismay

For those who campaigned for voting rights

And got themselves locked away

Tortured, force-fed and derided

All-too-often vilified

Or crushed beneath a horse’s hooves

For many were willing to die

“You’re joking! Not another one!”

Such a vacuous little phrase

Absorbing too much media time

As so often happens these days

“You’re joking! Not another one!”

Needs to be consigned to the bin

It’s a displacement line of thinking

And inextricably part of the spin

Forget the Brendas from Bristol

They’re designed to distract and appease

‘Tis better to get out and start fighting

Than live your life on your knees

Rather than have it done to us

Politics should be something we do

If you don’t like the ones in power

Then get our and elect someone new

So, there’s my upbeat prognosis

So simple and clear as crystal

Ignore the bombastic bellyaching

Of blathering Brenda from Bristol