Praise the metal of the man <br />sheathed his sword when he had power in hand <br />endured the smear for all of 20 years <br />since some scally nailed the notice to his door <br />that sirs abused these children of the poor <br /> <br />Now the McAlpine lies <br />at peace among his friends <br />they merry danced to a ring a rosy end <br />called the tune and duly all complied <br />injunctivitis turns the best of eyes <br />when claims on truth become the clothes of lies <br /> <br />The BBC lies <br />prone and humbled on the ground <br />tripped upon a tale that would rebound <br />being almost right is no defence <br />for a lazy Newsnight’s compromised intent <br />and now the McAlpine honour is ringfenced <br /> <br />The wise clown lies <br />pratfallen in the centre of the ring <br />tried to use his stifled voice to sing <br />took to mime when noone heard a thing <br />clowns learn how to laugh at the absurd <br />of lords and lawyers rendering mime in words <br />compensated by the wry sleight of life <br />where silence and remedy bear equal price<br /><br />Barney Rooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mcalpine-lies/
