Poetry Blog by "Call Me Graham" (Graham McKay-Smith)
He's fallen to his death on his plastic toy sword.
To number ten from playpen his final reward.
This graceless coup is no coup de grace.
No comedy of euros, a cabinet farce,
an egotistic act from flabby flatulent arse.
He'll be all over telly soon
our fatty blundering hot air buffoon.
Puffing Shakespeare and Latin.
Please down let that twat in.
Monday 9th July 2018 6:11 pm
Dedicated, without her knowledge or permission, to Laura Taylor, who gave me the desire to write and perform and the kick up the arse to actually do so.
Lioness Laura (Waitrose staff room Jun '18)
Lioness Laura, she Roars
Fury and Rage fly off the page
Venom and Grit, Bile and Spit
She's a voice of a certain age
Lioness Laura, she Purrs
with Mercy and Charm, Beguiling a...
Monday 25th June 2018 5:16 pm
I Want a Mechanical Elephant
I want a mechanical elephant
I want an atomic car
I want 4 weeks in France
I want a more comfortable bra
I want to be less irrelevant
I want to be a good bet
I want next week's winning numbers
I want to be out of debt
I want to be be someone's someone
The apple of their pie
So deeply in love I'm out of my depth
And that makes me wond...
Sunday 24th June 2018 2:19 am
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