The French and Germans thought they had a deal to save the euro and the Eurozone from imminent collapse, a scheme that would have punished Britain. But somehow, from somewhere, Prime Minister Cameron refused to knuckle under to EU pressure. The British veto scuttled the scheme, and the French and Germans are left with, as the British say, a sticky wicket. But where did Cameron find the backbone to stand up for his country, something a British Prime Minister hasn’t done in quite some time. One wonders if ghosts wander Number 10 Downing Street, and perhaps paid Cameron a visit.
It’s late at night, and Cameron
Knows not quite what to do
The office is in darkness, quiet reigns
When there appears a wraith, but who
The figure seems at once
To be of someone wracked with ancient pains
Palmerston? Disraeli? Baldwin?
Grenville, Peel or Pitt?
The figure slowly shuffled ‘cross the floor
As Cameron sat spellbound
The dim figure slowly smiled
And said it was a pleasure sir and more
To meet one in this Office who
Had cast iron for a spine
Who thought of country first, and not his chance
Of winning re-election
Or of what others might think
Who determined what is right and took his stance
Who are you sir, the PM said
His voice quite soft and low
The figure straightened up and shook his head
I’m all of us, I’m Churchill
Gladstone, Walpole, North and George
We’re all still quite alive, though some think dead
We watch over this blessed land
Where freedom and the law
Is what we had to all the world to give
And now you’ve done quite right my boy
The Germans and the Frogs
Shall never conquer England while we live
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