Despair on fiscal policy
Trickle down, my arse...
quite literally...
Trickle away, more like...
Up some wall
Or down some leg
or if you'd like it more poetic
ebbing away on a foreign beach
Some 'haven' in the sun...
Saturday 24th September 2022 12:20 pm
A Poem for Elizabeth
This day is done
let hands blushed blue with care
lay down the sceptre and the crown
cast off the mantle drawn so tight
round shoulders once too young,
and now too old to bear
this velvet tapestry of life, the gold, the red
the thread of all you did and were
is now complete
to hang upon some dusty wall.
And I wonder at the sacrifices made
the love affai...
Friday 16th September 2022 7:50 am
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