The Deputy’s Crown

A Poem on the Labour Party’s Contest

In corridors adorned with crimson and gold,

Where banners flutter and old tales are retold,

The Party gathers, hopeful and bright,

To choose a deputy who’ll carry the fight.

From bustling towns to the city’s heart,

Candidates rise, each eager to start.

With speeches ringing in union halls,

They pledge their loyalty within history’s walls.

Old comrades remember, young voices implore,

For unity, justice, and something more.

The ballot is ready; the moment is nigh,

A whisper of promise, a glint in the eye.

Who’ll be the deputy, side by side,

Supporting the leader with courage and pride?

Through challenges many, and victories few,

A steadfast companion, loyal and true.

Let the votes be counted, the future unveiled,

In the heart of Labour, hope is regaled.

For in this contest, the Party will see

The spirit of progress and democracy.

NB Don't blame me its AI generated!