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Me Moirs

It couldn't have happened without me:
I was the third man, you see;
You haven't a reason to doubt me:
This is the land of the three.
I was the agent, the flywheel, the cog.
Please buy a case of my autobiog.

Never mind Hamlet and Claudius;
I was the star of the show.
It may make you feel pretty nauseous,
But I was their get-up-and-go.
Other accounts are pure fib: they're erroneous.
I was the wise guy; I was Polonius.

They were mere amateur cadgers,
Assistants who filled me with diesel;
They were an old pair of badgers.
I was the stoat and the weasel.
They were graffiti, I was a Renoir.
Please buy my marvellous paperback memoir.

I was there from the beginning,
When the big beasts evolved from the swamp:
I turned their heads and set all of them spinning;
I gave them circumstance, pomp.
Who was their pterosaur, who was their raptor?
Please read each utterly fabulous chapter.

Read the Independent article here

Read Bill's 'Bill Posters' blog by clicking here

Me Moirs
Peter Mandelson's self-serving account of New Labour is published this week.
15 June 2010


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