Roses are red, New Labour is not, Blair was better than Brown, But not a lot ... The main staircase at Downing Street. Photograph: Martin Argles
It's conceivable, just about, that those who mourn the decline of politically engaged writing might be consoled that a Cabinet minister has taken to verse to spell out their contempt for Gordon Brown.
Here are the bruising couplets in full:
"At Downing Street upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't Blair, He wasn't Blair again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away."
More readers, however, will take this as evidence to back up Martin Amis's claim that poetry is dead as an art form. Who, now, will resuscitate the powerful poetical-political polemic, pray? Surely some of you esteemed aesthetes can lend a hand?
