Shall we dance?
Performing a rhumba, a sensuous, flirtatious dance that hinted of sweet promise and executed with grace and poise, our dear prime minister was able to seduce our nation into a political orgy that would rival previous administrations.
A frenzied jive would ensue once in power. Twisting and turning wildly, arms and legs flailing, with some of her partners missing the beat completely (Jack?!) some election promises were hastily fulfilled while others were sidestepped. All the while a tumultuous tango raged within the partnership and toes were stepped on.
Unable to maintain the pace of the jive, Madam Prime Minister has slowed to a boring and clumsy waltz. With no feasible plans for development or economic growth this threesome seems to have run out of fancy footwork and has assumed the "rent-a-tile" stance.
Rather than appear to be flat-footed, Madam Prime Minister zig zags her away around the globe on what she terms "government business'' while her cabinet is left to run this country freestyle.
The pairing for this dance is no easy task, but as the lead our Prime Minister must choose appropriate steps to suit the tune. Although there appears to be little or no choreography the lead is responsible for initiating each move and ensuring co-ordination.
"When someone blunders, we say that he makes a misstep. Is it then not clear that all the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill our history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from the lack of skill in dancing." — Moliere