Boris Unleashed Believe in me. This modest ego trip Of fewer than eight hundred pages will Retell the story of my statesmanship. In retrospect, it will appear as skill. Spare's author, whom, with manly pep talks, I Urged not to leave GB, may claim we had No chats; the Palace may flat out deny Liz R had sought my help; that Oxford grad Ennobled, Dave, who fought the Brexiteer And lost, may yet gainsay aspersions he Slung swearingly my way; and polls, I hear, Have found that voters too do not trust me. Et tu, Brute? ... The joke may soon hit home, Dear readeryou have bought a rubbish tome! (First published in Light on 21st October, 2024 as one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |
Diverse* Coterie Drunk elephants, well-oiled non-human apes, Intoxicated pen-tailed tree-shrews, moose Vamoosing tipsily, and rats who traipse Erratically on alcoholic juice Reveal it's nature's nature to abhor Sobriety. This diverse coterie Evolved a drinking habit long before Commercial vineyards: drinking had to be Of some survival benefit ... In flies, The jilted male can drink his sorrows, and Eggs females lay when drunk stint fewer guys ... Research concludes it's time to understand, Inebriation's not a human trait Exclusivelyall beasts self-medicate! *Pronounced with stress on first syllable (First published in Light on 4th November, 2024 as one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |
Get Me Out Of Here! G'day from way down under, from below Earth's surface, where I hope to find the phone That found a crevice when I stubbed my toe. My selfie-taking skills, so hard to hone, Everted me while wedging both my pins On top of me between two rocks ... I've been Upended now for over sixty mins Though didn't I just see you, smartphone screen, On life support and calling out to me For help? Or does this blood-filled head mean I Hallucinate, and we're both doomed to be Eternally apart? ... So long, goodbye, Rock-exploration selfie-taking gear ... Excuse my grief. Now get me out of here! (First published on 4th November, 2024 in Oddball Magazine. Story here) |
Scarlet Tanager Shelf, miles from North America, is where Committed British twitchers flocked to catch A sighting, as a songbird that is rare Reviewed its options on its foreign patch: Look here for matesfor other refugees Escaping Trump's US? Risk flying back, To somewhere south of Florida's high seas Though not to Haiti, where there's too much flak? Advance, to where a songbird wouldn't freeze North Africa? Although warm winds invite A scarlet tanager, would lack of trees Give raptors easy pickings for a bite? ... Excited twitching never harmed a bird Remaining Shelf-bound surely is preferred! (First published in Light on 18th November, 2024 as one of the Poems of the Week. Story here) |