In the shadowed corridors of power, a grubby deal between Labour and Plaid Cymru unfolded, its purpose clear: to crown him First Minister after Labour's lacklustre showing in the 2016 Assembly elections. Yet Plaid, with quiet resolve, agreed to prop up Labour, breathing renewed purpose into weary ranks. He swept through, refreshing his top team with the urgency of a midnight wind. And for the second time, he reached beyond familiar borders, bestowing a ministerial mantle upon ex-Plaid Cymru leader Lord Elis-Thomas—a figure whose allegiance once lay elsewhere. But soon, the reins slipped from his grasp as controversy loomed, the tragic passing of his so-called friend casting a long, mournful shadow. Whispers filled the Assembly, holding him responsible for Karl Sargant's death—a sorry chapter in the annals of Welsh politics, echoing with regret and sorrow.

Well, what can we say about dear old Eluned? It seems impossible to recall a single positive contribution she has made; negativity appears to be her defining trait. Her presence in the Senedd does absolutely nothing to enhance its standing or effectiveness—in fact, it arguably diminishes it. Eluned's abilities, or rather the glaring lack thereof, are painfully evident to anyone observing her performance. She appears utterly incapable of providing strong leadership or presenting any vision that might inspire hope for the future of Wales.

Her recent, deeply unpleasant description of Reform UK as a 'poison' was less a reflection on that party and more an indictment of Labour's own failures under her influence. She has repeatedly shown herself unable to articulate or champion any coherent policy proposals that would genuinely improve the lives of Welsh citizens. If anything, her tenure has been marked by a startling absence of constructive ideas and a reluctance to engage with the real concerns facing people across Wales.

Given this ongoing vacuum of meaningful policy and direction, it is hardly surprising that those with the means to do so are leaving Wales in droves. It is difficult to fault anyone for seeking better opportunities elsewhere when faced with such uninspired leadership. Eluned's ineffectiveness and the negativity she brings to Welsh politics have become a major obstacle to progress, leaving many to wonder how much longer the country can endure such poor representation without suffering even greater consequences

"The fall of a member"

He once spoke of valleys, of justice and green,
A plaid-clad crusader with a nationalist sheen.
But behind the façade of the Senedd’s bright light,
Lay shadows he harboured far out of sight.

No dragon nor daffodil could soften the blow,
When the headlines revealed what the public should know.
A champion of Cymru, now stripped of his name,
Not by debate—but by criminal shame.

He clicked not for policy, nor for the cause,
But for images vile that broke moral laws.
A father, a member, a man of the Bay—
Now sentenced, suspended, and cast far away.

So let this be lesson, grim though it be:
Not all who wear banners serve honourably.
For trust once betrayed is not easily mended,
And the tale of Simon is bitterly ended.

"Adam Price: The Mab Darogan (Almost)"

From Carmarthen he came, with a Harvard degree,
A nationalist knight with a vision for Cymru.
He spoke of independence, bold and precise—
With rhetoric rich and a touch of spice.

He battled Blair with impeachment dreams,
And promised Wales would burst its seams.
“A referendum!” he cried, “By twenty-thirty!”
Though the polls stayed shy and the numbers... dirty.

He ousted Leanne with a leader’s might,
Declared Plaid’s future was burning bright.
But behind the speeches and polished tone,
Lay a party culture carved in stone.

Misogyny, bullying, a toxic stew—
The report came out, and the pressure grew.
So Adam stepped down, with a tear and a tweet,
The mab darogan... in partial retreat.

Yet still in the valleys, his legend may grow,
Of the man who spoke Welsh with a Harvard glow.
For in politics, as in myth, it’s often the case—
The prophecy ends with a dignified face.