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A Festive Spread Across the whole of Europe, Omicron Feels smug this Yuletide. It is spreading fast, Extending Covid's ultra-marathon So long, it risks our Christmastide repast. The image that the World Health Org concoct Is not, but should be, green. Can they not see Verruca-like, malevolently pocked Excrescences betray the Grinch? 'Tis he! ... Seuss made the Grinch succumb to Whoville—Who's Pronounced unlike the WHO— Rejoicing even though their bugaboo's Endangered feasting ... That's the way to go As spread of Omicron bodes Christmas dread— Delivering a festive spread instead! (First published in MONO. on December 23, 2021) |
Another New Year Another year soon ends. It brought great hope New vaccines would send Covid on its way. Our hopes have since been dashed: although we cope, The virus has announced it's here to stay ... High hopes COP26 would make all states Emit less carbon and stop mining coal Remain just hopes: the planet still awaits Negotiated cures to make it whole ... Each year begins with hope. Years often end With disappointment: hopes go unfulfilled. Years always end with holidays, which lend Enchantment to our lives, as we rebuild Again, and count our blessings. Festive cheer Renews our hope for better things next year! (First published on December 28, 2021 in the Creativity Webzine) |
Australian Open Australia was open to the champ Until it wasn't. "Rules are rules," he'd learn. Served no exemption for a visa stamp To enter, he hit back a sharp return, Restoring deuce not on, but in, the court: A judge decreed that Djokovic must be Let in at once—despite no vax—for sport ... If only that were that! With this decree, Advantage went to government, who would Negate the ruling, after quite a lot Of dallying: The champ no longer could Parade the only shots his arms had got— Emphatic aces, backhands, volley jobs, Net-clearing drop shots, overheads, and lobs! (First published in Light on January 17, 2022 as one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |
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A Senior's Moment A grandma, Jean, was right to be a mite Suspicious when her grandson called from jail, Explaining he had driven drunk. His plight Now needed her to find eight grand for bail ... It's just too bad her grandsons are so young, One knows they're still in driving quite unversed— Rogue scammers who want grandmas to get stung Should do their homework on their victims first! ... Ms. Jean informed the crook she wasn't short Of cash, to lure him, but supplied in lieu Mere paper towels, and two cops, to thwart Escape ... The moral's clear: Don't misconstrue Near-sounding words, or they may foil your plot— Though Jean is senior, senile she is not! (First published in Light on January 31, 2022 as one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |
Drain Repairman Dom Cummings here. I used to be your brains Regarding everything. Now I pursue A duty that's a lot like fixing drains— It's dirty work that someone has to do. News leakers, you, Sue Gray and I all know Redactions—hiding snakiness—aren't quite Enough to save your skin. To whistle-blow, PM, is dutiful, when spite makes right! ... Absorbed in thoughts of monuments to you, Imagining you're Emperor of Rome Revived, you ditched the brains you needed to Move Downing Street beyond a halfwit's home ... A drain repairman's master of the snake— Now I must flush you out, for duty's sake! (First published in Light on February 7, 2022 as one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |
Caroline E. Henry Caught speeding five times in 12 weeks last year, As I rushed round to Make Notts Safe, must I Resign, or if I manage to steer clear Of speed cops, can I now post-justify? ... Lib Dems edged me last May to PCC. I promised cops' response to any wheels Not clocked below the posted speed would be Effective and efficient. Now it feels Embarrassing: when I resolved to test How well my scheme would work, I overlooked Explaining to my cops not to arrest Nice, civic-minded me, and I got booked. Resign? No way, response was unsurpassed ... Yet not ideal—six times drove I too fast! (First published on 31st May, 2022 in the Creativity Webzine. Story here) |