Mottley and Motley

 

 

Just one ‘T’

Separates these two:

Mottley

And her Motley crew.

 

One plus twenty-nine

We know makes thirty

But only one in control

Is kind of quirky.

 

Mottley is that one

And transcends her crew,

Clearly without her,

What can they do?

 

She’s large and in charge

Without a doubt

And none of her crew

Dare calls her out.

 

Jump she says

And they ask how high,

Mottley decides

And they comply.

 

Adams had opposers

And so did Owen

But of Mottley’s motley crew

Not one is willing.

 

 

She is both their heart

And their brain,

It's Mottley's Labour Party

That’s what some claim.

 

I sometimes wonder

If she were to part,

Re moving forward

Where would they start?

 

The ‘T’ Mottley has

Distinguishes the two,

Mottley is far more clever

Than her motley crew.

 

That ‘T’ is tenacity

Which her crew lacks

With no bone it appears

Supporting their backs.

 

They refuse to speak

Because they must agree,

Hence, what she sees

Is what they also see.

 

That ‘T’ spells trouble

If they speak up,

Without Mottley’s say-so

They’re out of luck.

 

 

I anticipate that day

When one takes a stand

That differs from Mottley

Re her command.

 

Two ‘T’s to Mottley

And just one to her crew,

Motley they are,

Not much they can do.

 

Stewart Russell © August 16, 2023