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 […]


‘She was, like-‘ ‘And he was, like-‘ ‘And she was, like-‘ ‘And he was, like-‘ ‘And she was, like-‘ ‘And he was, like-‘ And, yes, by now I’m bored. Long since losing interest In what I may have overheard, Wondering in my idle way What on earth it was she had to say That somehow […]

Stage Craft*

Iyyy am an AC-tor! Can’t you tell By the sonorous resonance Of the stories I tell? Projecting my voice with so much to say But you’ll have to listen to me anyway… Well may you mutter, or whisper resentment But do, please, acknowledge the depth of my sentiment . All I ask is somebody to […]

Pavement Pacifism

When I was a child We were ranked and filed And not infrequently, crocodiled; Taken from class and made to walk, Taught road safety (-still allowed to talk!) In order simply to explore The world beyond our classroom doors. There was none of the fuss, the faffing, the fear That anyone would disappear A wearying […]