Category poems

stabberjocky

(with apologies to Lewis Carroll) ‘Twas Brexit, and the slithy Gove did frottercrutch in dwarfish glee; he snicker-snacked the Camerove, Machiavelliadastardly. Beware the stabberjock, my son! The empty eyes, the robo-glint! who fellobrates the Murdocrone the Ruperturtle übergimp! He pallerised…

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Here is a poem for the others who are born on mud floors marshland and high plain in homes of plastic and flattened tin in spat-out estates in lands whose time has gone in the mewling sprawling cities of the…

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No-one likes an angry poet.

Next Tuesday what with the weather being lousy and the nights drawing in and the rent being due and the electricity bill hitting the floor and going through the roof at the same time and feeling in need of a…

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