Pointing the Finger*

The postmodern pencil grip Sees me wince with discomfort As though to simply hand-write Is a Herculean effort… The way young hands and fingers contort With the pain of all their internet sport: Thumbs the dominant digits these days, Depending, I suppose, on the games they play. Gone, the Hopscotch, Jacks and Five-Stones, Replaced by […]

‘S no Business Like Snow Business*

It seems that only the wealthiest drivers Will be noble National Snow Survivors, The mighty four-wheel-drive brigade Quite unlikely to come to the aid Of mere mortals with recycled cars, Fearful of driving very far By dint of the fact the Ice Man cometh Leaving a depth of foot-print-free fluff, Gently deepening radiant white, A […]

Pre-Christmas Chaos*

‘Tis the season of chaos-born fantasy… Frantic shopping an inevitability With last minute touches still to be found In spite of the urge to flee from the town. High Streets rivalling the M25 With hordes of pedestrians grappling to survive, Dragging their children and multiple bags, The joy on all faces beginning to sag, Caught […]


Yee haaaa! Tis the season For lighting the barbecue With no sense of reason, A primal response especial to men while women with fresh laundry sigh ‘Lord! Not again…! Surely there must be another way To cook your food on the sunnier days?? -Have you no sense of domestic routine (Scratch that- it’s not like […]

Line of Duty*

Every country needs traditions Whatever its political or social condition Rooted in histories of war and peace, A peculiar theatre of historical decrees, The stream of pristine uniforms A symbol of all that here conforms In the name of tradition, an erudition Passed across the centuries, A ritual sense of unity, With seamless choreography: This […]

National Daze*

Well, Happy Saint George’s Day! -Who was this ol’ chap anyway? Donned his armour, Rode a steed, That’s about all I’ve ever read. But thinking further on the topic It seems a little man-myopic That patron saints of our sceptre isles Are three great guys with armoured smiles. Once again, as is my wont I […]

Christmas Present

When I was small, I truly believed That each and every gift I received Was delivered by hand to my home address By a chap attired in seasonal dress; A pudding for a belly, a bell on his hat, And a red velvet gown to cover all that. (His belt, a little tight, I fear- […]