Catchphrase

A poem ending with the phrase: ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’.

It’s too late to rue my lamentable lot.

I should have said no to that pitiful plot

And yet I was flattered enough to comply

When they told me they needed a brilliant guy

And I was the one most revered and admired

With all of the knowledge and skills they required.

And so I agreed to take part in the plan

Provided the others would carry the can

If something went wrong, as it did in this case

When the ruse went awry and blew up in my face!

Though nothing exploded, no nothing at all,

Parliament stands. It is I who must fall.

And this is the plea of one soon to be slaughtered

(Not prettily either, but hung, drawn and quartered):

‘Remember, remember, when judging my crime,

It seemed like a good idea at the time.’