Recent talk of poetry in the House of Lords has inspired me to write try my hand at it. So here goes... Ode to Charles Charles is a Muslim of great faith, a brain-damaged warrior of Allah. Words from his head don't quite make it to the page intact, nor do words from the page seem to reach his head. Unlimited, his patience is matched only by his ineptitude with the written word. Time and again, his arguments, smitten down by his fellow Lords, are sent back to the fiery battle. Refusal to accept defeat? No. Inabiliy to understand it. Will than Muslims rule the galaxy? Or will Charles dissapointed be? Is Charles gay, or hetero? Only Allah know.
Wasn't all that a security measure of than Second Department so that he wouldn't be able to reveal any classified intelligence?
