Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Charles Clive

I am the very model of
a modern Major General;
I’ve cosied up to Socialists,
both dotty and ephemeral;
I spouted Marxist shibboleths
of writers, long peripheral;
and now I trot out causes of
both Tory and of Liberal!
I like to send our noble troops
to places we’re all weary at,
and there they spend their valiant time
in tasks constabulariat;
dispatched abroad, without a thought,
by experts proletariat,
who did not have the foggiest
what’s meant by commissariat.
In fact, I try to make our men,
once tough and so professional,
the lap dogs and the poodles of
those causes thought progressional;
with vehicles made of rusty bits,
their competence discretional;
just like this very model of
a modern Major General!


Added: 19.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


Clever parody with some truths


Very witty