Answer No Questions (Tell no lies) (Poetry)

The question is a tricky one
and makes the PM squirm
he’s awkward at the best of times
with luck he’ll crash and burn

Why is it there are rules for us
that don’t apply to them?
It’s something we all need to know
so ask time and again

He doesn’t answer right away
he bumbles — flustered — thrown
he grabs at words — a few damp straws
his confidence long-flown

Ineloquent and ill-prepared
to face such firing squads
he sweats inside his suit — stood there
like some poor sack o’ spuds

He gives obscure responses to
sharp-shooting aimed to hurt
he ducks away — feints clumsily
no body hits the dirt

Prevarication is the game
evasive mode applies —
Don’t give an inch — avoid the truth
what’s left is pure surmise