Covenstone wrote:Title : Resolutions In Poetical Form.
Area : Gameplay
Strength : Poetic
Noting that it is long past time that resolutions should be made to rhyme,
Saddened that no one contemplates the poetic skills of our member states,
Hoping that with this cunning plan that this line will not go badly wrong and break out of the established scan,
The World Assembly does here say that from now on until its final day :-
Proposals must be in poetic form,
They must rhyme and have internal meter,
This will be now required as the norm,
For we find it to be so much neater,
Those that do not meet these rules now set down,
Whatever the reasons, many or few,
Will be set on fire and run out of town,
Then summarily kicked out of the queue.
(There is a chance I can't sleep and my brain is going loopy.)
It is an ancient Lawmaker,
and he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
Parliament's doors are opened wide,
and I'm deputy speaker;
Th' MPs are met, debate is set:
The water's in the beaker."
He holds him with his skinny hand,
"There was a bill," quoth he.
"Hold off! Unhand me, graybeard loon!"
Eftsoons his hand dropped he.
He holds him with his glittering eye -
The young MP stood still,
And listens like a three-years child:
The Lawmaker hath his will.
The young MP sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Lawmaker.
"The bill was cleared, opposition smeared,
Merrily did we cloture
Before the Tories could tell their stories,
Before the Libs could poach 'er....
