Britannia Waives The Rules
Britannia waives the rules
Encourages returning to the pubs
Puts students back in schools
One rule for the inebriated
One to avoid uneducated fools
The slavering wolf of commerce
Rolls its bloodshot eyes and drools
Britain’s never, never, never
Shall be slaves?
Burying its vulnerable
In Covid-shallow graves...
Friday 11th September 2020 2:56 pm
Noel and Liam have still not made up
And it looks like the millers will
never win the cup
Theresa is still in number ten
And not much has changed since
We are still plagued with mass unemployment
Far too many are becoming insolvent
Everywhere people sleeping on the street
Too many families with nothing to eat
Still we can't bridge the north south divide
People still wait f...
Friday 25th May 2018 10:41 pm
Attend the church summer fete;
tombola and a silver band,
lucky dip and discarded books.
Bike along the restored canal.
Nurture your own, make do and mend;
hark again to the vinyl.
Sell the car, return to Scarborough,
watch cricket on the green,
Wander aimlessly in the garden
as leaves swirl about in the wind.
For all the money is gone;
life won't be the same...
Sunday 17th June 2012 10:04 am
(to the tune of 'coming round the mountain')
The Greek people they have had it up to here,
With those ‘haves’ that say these times must be austere.
Forbes’ list shows the same old picture
The poor pay up - the rich get richer
Publishing financial crimes without a fear.
Has the Parisian Republic gone berserk?
I mean, growth through spending... ...
Monday 11th June 2012 8:19 am
This Current Economic Climate
Grows when allowed
Burrowing its venem
Those that can’t pay don’t
And the bill becomes larger and larger
And their pockets become smaller and smaller
Then their houses get tinier
Then they lose them
And their sleeping blankets have no zip...
Thursday 23rd February 2012 12:04 am
An Old Poem:
follow the stampede
of the craze
of the holidays.
Rain drops as tears
down onto pavement
as the stampede
continues to gather
and spend their generosity.
In all the midst
of the holiday spirits,
they never look down.
They never stop to see.
Here they go again,
frantic to buy
for those they love,
but what about me?
When they go,
all I will have
are the stain...
Sunday 27th December 2009 12:48 am