Take sides! Always take sides! You will sometimes be wrong—but the man who refuses to take sides must always be wrong! Heaven save us from poltroons who fear to make a choice. Let us stand up and be counted." (The Right Honourable John Joseph Bonforte)
A political poem for a change today. This is a comment on the fiasco which is the Jersey indecision over a Ferry operator, where the Minister says "we have to delay and make sure we get in right", while holiday makers cannot make bookings after March, food importers and exporters cannot plan ahead, and I suspect they are trying hard to find a way of going with the preferred operator, which has been known since the chief officer of the department let the cat out of the bag months ago.
Who pays the Ferryman
Who pays the Ferryman? It is not I
Said the Minister, with a great sigh
Legality, finances, and don’t forget
It all takes time, and so not just yet
The words of nonsense tumble out
A decision reached without a doubt
He said: We have got to get this right
Began in January, now an end in sight?
Holidaymakers cannot book, chaos here
But I will soon sort it, he says, never fear
We will reset the clock, and start again
Retreating to his departmental den
He has my confidence, Chief Minister said
So that makes two! His career is dead
Nearly eleven months and still no choice
Until he decides, and says Rejoice, Rejoice!
Like Thatcher at the Falklands, but I say
He’s more like General Galtieri with delay
So let us sum up, the case to debunk
I think his ship is well and truly sunk
Who pays the Ferryman? It is not I
Said the Minister, with a great sigh
Legality, finances, and don’t forget
It all takes time, and so not just yet
The words of nonsense tumble out
A decision reached without a doubt
He said: We have got to get this right
Began in January, now an end in sight?
Holidaymakers cannot book, chaos here
But I will soon sort it, he says, never fear
We will reset the clock, and start again
Retreating to his departmental den
He has my confidence, Chief Minister said
So that makes two! His career is dead
Nearly eleven months and still no choice
Until he decides, and says Rejoice, Rejoice!
Like Thatcher at the Falklands, but I say
He’s more like General Galtieri with delay
So let us sum up, the case to debunk
I think his ship is well and truly sunk