We wrote an animal-metaphor poem in my poetry group last week. Here’s my take, hot off the press:
ORDER! ORDER! It's feeding time in the Mother of Parliaments, words hurled from backbench to bench and back again, an orgy of guffaws, biting, nit-picking, backslapping, chittering. The Silverback shakes his dominance mace, thunders his deep-chested roar: Order! Order! But these are no gentle, familial Gorillas; the rowdy ones are not the listeners. They deafen silence, these feral Chimpanzees, shrieking, bickering, screeching. Hear, Here, they howl. Me, Me. Look at me. Look at me.
Great! Powerful image of all the MPs empty cacophony. #titter, # but this is serious, right…
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