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A Good Innings
It was fun while it lasted
Now it’s time to leave the crease
Take the plaudits, raise your bat
Let the innings cease
No need to hang around for tea
Just take your bag and shuffle off
And please, don’t go near the cakes
With that painful, hacking cough
Looks like rain, did you check the covers?
And coil up the boundary rope
Without proper preparation
I’m ...
Friday 1st December 2023 8:11 am
Somewhere close to Westminster Bridge, October 2023, lines written on hearing of a new presenter on GB News.
Earth has not anything to show more shit
Mad would she be of soul who could watch it
A sight so tragic, such a travesty
This chancer now doth, like a varmint wear
The mask of a presenter, barefaced stare
Scandal, pandemic, the litany of lies
Indifferent, callous, let bodies pile high
Wittering trivia to the poisoned air
Never did one so manifestly seep
Self important ...
Saturday 28th October 2023 9:10 am
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