U KIP If U Want To*

Stand by your woman… Stand by your dame… Even if she causes you shame. Or maybe not if her misdemeanours Means you feel you can’t be seen with her In spite, perhaps, of sharing her views -Not something to declare on headline news But something, perhaps, to seriously consider, Especially if you’re not a quitter. […]

T Will Survive!*

At first, she was stalwart, took the Leavers’ side Kept thinking she and hers could live sans Europe by their side She spent so many words trying hard to persuade Tory politicians Along with various aids. And now she’d vexed, like Humpty Dumpty Faltering at the helm like some nautical numpty She should have listened […]

Griefed Spite-ning*

  We’ve got bills. They’re multiplying… -Is she losing control? ‘Coz the power She’s supplying, Is atro-phy-ing… She better shape up To the blond bombshell With his heart set on her role She better shape up Before she finds herself Facing life upon the dole She better shape up, If she don’t need that man, […]

Boris Johnson MP*

He’s no Slow Loris¹, is Boris,* Though certainly sometimes remiss In the way he proceeds with proclamations That sound like he’s taking the p*ss… His foppish, Saville Row countenance Cutting a superior figure As he perches on a bicycle² In the name of political rigour Though a character ripe for amusement And Publicity Seeker beyond […]

Blue Monday…*

Monday makes the week go round -Without much creative endeavour, I’ve found… News stories telling the same ol’ tales Depicting the ways that humans fail And saving just one small moment of joy -An irritatingly regular ploy As though this single-cell postivity Eclipses political proclivity, The moaning, groaning, monotoning A flimsy disguise for the human […]

Square Dance*

Boris Johnson. What a guy…!¹ Kind of looks his victims in the eye, A sideways glance from beneath that fringe Enough to make the most stalwart cringe… Clearly a well-bred, educated gent In certain circles (whatever that meant) -Whatever his moniker might suggest ‘Bout a foppishly arrogant egotist With all the social empathy Of one […]


The campaign for Tory leadership* Had all the political finesse Of a sandcastle building competition Running from Bognor to Skegness. I don’t mean any disrespect To fellow sea-siders It’s just that down in Brighton It’s pebbles from ear to ear… Thankfully, The contest didn’t transpire To handbags at dawn (Though in truth, by contrast, ‘Twas […]