Holy Clegg

Heroic verse for an Heroic Soul,
A superman whose Grace has blessed us all.
Huge halos only rest on heads so big.
Rejoice! He has one big enough, does Nick.
It lets him keep both faces, Right and Left,
And speak to us with which we like the best.

"I'm Honest Nick, the One whom you can trust;
I'll talk about the need for 'savage cuts'.
But Tory plans to cut out waste this year
Are wrong. I hope my stance on this is clear.
With me the NHS won't be protected,
But wasteful spending will, if we're elected."

He'll call your name with such sincerity
And eyeball you. Who needs more scrutiny?
"Just look into my eyes and not around.
You're under." Wow! His policies are sound.
I can't recall exactly what they are.
He smiles well though, is tall, has pretty hair,
And best of all he knocks the other two;
He calls them old while he is paintjob new.

He makes a Jester's deep but silly claim,
"The more they argue, more they sound the same."
With whom does he agree? God only knows.
Nick isn't sure himself, in fairness though.
Career politician through and through,
He cynically projects himself as new.
Remember! All that glisters is not gold;
Your Saviour ain't as much 'new' Nick as 'Old'.