Old Man Donald*

Dear Mr Trump,* I wonder if you know you seem like a chump..? For all your gesturing rhetoric, As a politician, you seem, well, Prehistoric… Perhaps because the front-line media Are wanting the facts to seem a bit seedier- Wanting the world to raise its eyebrow And ask out loud, ‘Lord, tell us how With […]

Conference*

The politicians have come to town. Can you hear their rallying sound…? The rhetoric of opposition Spoiling for a competition Teresa (bless ‘er) somewhere far Away from all this bru-ha-ha: Hands over ears, I’d like to conjecture, Sparing the ignominy of an unwanted lecture: One she must’ve known was due On account of a banner […]

Abstainers’ Reprieve*

There are thirty-eight shades of Prussian Blue¹ But only one of Tory: The former a personal fascination, The latter a national story… England’s green and pleasant land Now resting precariously in Teresa’s hands While questions are asked across hallowed halls About how on earth this has happened at all… The British Public making it clear […]

The X Box*

Election Fever. A joust for National Leader. A vociferous creeping virus Multiplying to vex the best of us… The gradual emergence Of political insurgence A traditional, tedious And tantalising trick, Drip, drip, drip-feeding In passionate pursuit Of the job of leading Not just a troupe Of die-hard fanatics (Many with spectres deep in their attics […]

Party Polemics*

Dear Mr Corbyn, Sir, I wouldn’t want to cause a stir: More, to set the record straight On why I think I’d hesitate To put an ‘X’ against your name In the contemporary political frame. Clearly a man of principle Your voice is wearing thin, The infinite loop of your message A muted kind of […]