Poetry, not sure why . . . . .

I've written three poems in the last few days. I'm not sure why, I don't really write poetry, well, I certainly haven't done since school. Would be interested to hear what you think

De-Railed

I think you’ll agree that the world is a mess
Everything is going to pot
Bankers and Traders trying to guess
Where to invest the lot
The whole of the world crippled with debt
The government plays it down
So really how much worse can it get
Enter right Mr Gordon Brown
Please don’t panic, everything’s great
I’m right, in time you’ll see
I’ll start by reducing interest rates
And finish with VAT
There’s other ways to rescue the nation
To help us back on the mend
And I’m not talking about nationalisation
I’m saying we need to spend
So that’s what they did, filing expenses
Everyone passing the buck
Claims for hedges, flowers and fences
And floating islands for ducks
Well I don’t mean to be stoking the fire
But greed was the aim of the game
Claims for petrol and three spare tyres
Even though they travel by train
This great Country is truly disgusted
It’s totally beyond repair
You’ve been de-railed, you can’t be trusted
Please don’t claim for the fare

A Day At The Races

Fantastic start, edging ahead
Fluttering heart, jelly for legs
Gone too wide, come on baby
Now off stride, second maybe
How’s my luck, sweat now rolling
Means so much, now she’s strolling
Clenching fist, must not lose
My burning wish, she’s the fuse
I’m her rod, she’s my line
What are the odds, what’s the time
She’s closed the gap, racing clear
Energy sapped, endless cheers
A crazy race, a brilliant run
Look at her face, now she’s won
Although they tried, they wouldn’t have caught her
I state with pride, “That girls my daughter!”

Mike The Entertainer

They pick me up, they put me down, they even sing and shout
Sometimes I get swung around, Is this what life’s about?
Now ever since I came of age, I’ve always tried my best
Well last night I just froze on stage, I even failed the test
The lights came on, music cued, I just tried to cower
The people cursed, the people booed, I didn’t have the power
What’s wrong with you, the lady said, you’ve made me look a twit
Her face had turned a shade of red, this song should be a hit
A man came on, apologised, he tried a little flattery
Unscrewed the cap, look surprised, I didn’t have a battery
We went again, I did my best, the crowd clearly liked
So who am I, I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m known by most as Mike