sultans of spin

[Fear Dorcha]

Its been a strange week for me and its still only half way through. I'm not really in the mood to do much else today so I wrote a poem in honour of our betters. Not sure if it should be here or in the chat forum. Feel free to add to it or add your own.

I woke with a fright from a terrible dream.
That I had entrapped in a strange prison, been.
Not one made of walls but of words and much din.
A cacophonous noise from the sultans of spin.

I tried to no avail to get some straight facts.
Simple numbers and questions on where we were at.
But sense I could not from the verbiage glean.
But bamboozling bull from the sultans of spin.

So in order to glean some insight I signed,
My name to a list to be scholarly trained,
In the finer perceptions of convulsed prose,
From the world renowned maestros and sultans of spin.

Lesson one was to learn how to couch an ill wind,
In order to make it more pleasant to sniff,
With perfume of flowery lofty high tones,
Deod’rizing malodors the sultans of spin.

The next was to change from a fiction to fact,
To magic some rabbits or doves from a hat,
To create an illusion of fantastic feats,
A sleight of the tongue from the sultans of spin.

Another new lesson in similar vein,
With smoke and with mirrors deflect and derail,
Creating intrigue to obfuscate plain,
Shenanigan’s ball with the sultans of spin.

And last not most emphatically least,
That which eluded the alchemists search,
To create from base metals fabulous wealth,
A slippery stroke from the sultans of spin.

[oscartango]

If you put a few diddly-i-diddlys in there Christy Moore will turn it into a 3 chord winner.