Poetry Blogs (bob)
Our friend, Bob The Bun,
just loved to have fun
and exciting adventures galore,
he’d laugh all day
and jump and play
and roll around on the floor.
Its a very rare sight
to see a bun take flight
but one day he went flying so high,
he held onto a kite
by the tail, so he might
get to see the world from the sky.
Now, whilst he was high,
something low ca...
Tuesday 12th May 2015 9:07 pm
Poem for Bob Crow (cheers W.H. Auden)
Stop all the docks, cut off the trains,
Start the mariners striking, be still the cranes,
Silence the busses and with muffled bullhorn
Bring out the coffin, let the workers come.
Let politicians circle, moaning overhead
confessing on the airwaves, He Is RED,
Put nooses round the white necks of the bosses,
Let the riot policemen carry their own crosses.
Saturday 22nd March 2014 7:35 pm