Frank The Jester

There's joy in legislative halls When Frank's in opposition; But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position. His merry japes no longer flit About the House to mellow it, For cares of office dull his wit And mar his life's great mission. Frank's mission - and a high one, too, Amongst the chiefest rating Is to infuse come joy anew Into the dull debating. When speakers drone and lose their grip, And every member has the pip, Up rises Frank with merry quip And humor scintillating. But as a Minister, alack, His ready wit grows clouded. For higher roles he takes the sack; For in a House enshrouded By weariness, when members sup Of dreariness the prosy cup, And word goes round that Frank is up, The benches soon are crowded. I feel I earn a nation's thanks If I, with due humility, Suggest for such a wit as Frank's A new and fit nobility. If I'd my way, I'd have him sent Our happier moods to represent As 'Minister for Merriment Without Responsibiiity.'