I often think our politicians deserve their own hymn - something on the lines of:

All things trite and dutiful;

All clichs great and small;

All things weird and wonderful;

Our leaders voice them all.

However, the apathetic and uncertain might be encouraged to vote if a little more humour was used to coax them along to the polling stations, singing as they go:

Into the booth you go;

Lib, Lab, Tory?

Still don't know?

Eyes shut, no peeping;

At random inscribe your cross;

Your secret keeping;

You can't tell the gold from dross.

-Paul Weston, Brentwood Crescent, Brighton