The politician’s nose is a privileged nose,
A column in the Telegraph, Special Advisor nose,
A youngest MP before becoming Chief Secretary nose,
A “we’ll not talk about what it did in its student days” nose.

The politician’s nose is a Right Honourable nose,
A “we’re all in it together, have some austerity” nose,
A party-leader speechwriter and political secretary nose,
A “did I mention the deficit, dear God, it’s still rising” nose.

The politician’s nose is worth more than the National Living Wage.
Come to that, his middle finger damn well is, too.
The politician’s nose never once smells fiasco,
But, of course, it unwisely expects his brain to think it through.

The politician’s nose looks good in the papers,
In the campaigning photos, and under a hard hat.
But the politician knows, to his shame, what we all do –
And what we can all see, when he’s caught in the wrong light.

However privileged and Right Honourable he may be,
The politician’s nose resembles a ball sack.

Mike Hickman (@MikeHicWriter) is a writer from York, England. He has written for Off the Rock Productions (stage and audio), including 2018’s “Not So Funny Now” about Groucho Marx and Erin Fleming. He has recently been published in EllipsisZine, Dwelling Literary, Bandit Fiction, Nymphs, Flash Fiction Magazine, Brown Bag, and Safe and Sound Press. His co-written, completed six-part BBC radio sit com remains unproduced but available to interested producers!