An ode to Prayut

Felicitations to the PM on the occasion of his 61st birthday. In an earlier era I sought to glorify a former prime minister by composing fragments of an epic poem entitled “The Thaksiad”.
Portions of it were even published in The Nation Weekend. Later I started a new one called “The Abhisiad”, which was sadly truncated by the ruthless march of events.
Being a shameless power slut, I am now composing a brand new epic, “The Prayutiad”, to immortalise the feats of our new PM. The following birthday ode is a modest beginning:
Ode to Thai Prime Minister Prayut Chan-o-cha on the occasion of his 61st birthday;
Sing, Muse, the hero;
Who rose from Thailand’s tiger lair to seize the civil power;
The squabbling pols he summoned to august conference and promptly sacked the lot;
Martial law he then imposed to bring stern order to a land that had been torn by chaos;
And soothed the public’s keen distress by mandating sweet happiness ...
And that’s just the beginning. It gets better later on (It would have to).
Poetically,
Fonning Toady
Celtic Bard (retired)