My apologies for the demise of the site last week. Seat Warmer put it this way:
The clerihews on Arthur's Seat
Are a treat,
But the glitches are bitches.
Anyhoo, onto the contest - over a score of entrants, and many excellent Clerihews, in addition to several other rhymes, limericks and other tropes.
In the domestic politics section we have three finalists:
MR Staphylococcus Aureus had Scotland's health in mind with:
Scotland's Health Minister Andy Kerr
Isn't quite sure precisely where
The money's all gone.
So he keeps spending on.
Harold peers into No.11 Downing Street:
Gordon Brown the Scottish Raj
Is laird of our Exchequerage
The English folks are quite unwilling
But he will sell them for a shilling
and the winner is Flintoffan with:
Speaker "Gorbals Mick" Martin
Declines to wear tartan
Saying "I'm really not built
To preside in a kilt".
In the sporting goods section, Wing-Half scores with:
The gifted George Best
Is now laid to rest
No more pleasure he'll give us:
"One life, with two livers".
In the Numptorium section we had these two homages to our First Minister by the G-Gnome and Flintoffan (again):
The spoutings of McConnell in oor Parly
make him look a proper Charlie.
With all PC demands he flirts,
And goes to New York in skirts.
First Minister Jack McConnell
Long after he's gone'll
Be chiefly remembered
For being rather bad-tempered
The overall winner of this year's contest is this concise retrospective look at the world twenty years ago:
Brezhnev, when he'd all his powers
Told his chums "the future's ours!"
Not having reckoned
On John Paul the Second.
Arise Rueful Red, this year's winner.
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