Poetry Blog by simon lucan
Tags from last 12 months
Barba Tenus Sapientes
I never knew there were so many
Professors there they go again
Pontificating like regular
Mahatmas but some
(I dont say all) are hardly
Paragons or even that clever, one I
Knew researched female
Post-grads while
Plagiarism and skiving not to
Mention internecine warfare are not
Unknown in the more elevated reaches of
Academe so, while watching the latest
TV virus...
Saturday 6th June 2020 12:15 pm
The New Curriculum
It used to be murder at school
Evading terrorists lying in
Ambush at the tuck shop
Life or death battles with tapioca
Blistered fingers for smoking in the
Cycle shed
An army of Latin grammar at war with my head
Jimmy Jones smashing my best conkers
Miss Evans the Head's secretary
Scourging my hormones
Sadistic Algebra wanting blood
Above all dreading that fight with...
Friday 5th June 2020 11:03 am
Surfaces
At school we bullied Billy for being fat
Stole his homework pulled his
Hair broke his glasses
Accused him of all-sorts made his
Life a misery so in the end they took him
Out of school then
Years later I went out with a plump lass
Called Norma she pecked at her meals but
Never lost weight I
Accused her of hiding food and
Bingeing on the quiet and made her life a
Mis...
Thursday 4th June 2020 10:52 am
NHS Reform
As Homo Sapiens crushed the
Neanderthals so robots have got our
Measure its a matter of time before the
Take-over then no more humans
No death those endless crude
Diseases a
Historical blip and naturally
No health means no NHS
Imagine the savings!
Just an on/off switch where the
Mouth was no
Stone Age ventilators or
Expensive buggering about in
Intensive care...
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 10:54 am
Collusion
There they were beyond the
Railings in broad daylight, flouting
The rules, hundreds of them
Socialising cheek by jowl while
Above ground, as if
Condoning the breach
Sat an older couple on a
Bench having a
Picnic by the looks of it
Sandwiches flask the lot, I
Wondered if they'd been barred from a
Funeral and had come to
Say a deferred farewell before taking
Ea...
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 11:30 am
Hot Bloomers
You had hidden talents, special skills
One was bakinng bread
When first I smelt your crusty loaf
I could have dropped down dead
The staff of life, the staff of life is bread
A hot bloomer cant be bettered
The sight of you kneading fresh dough
Left my loins on fire, my lust unfettered
That first taste left me spellbound
Nothing was ever so evocative
From then...
Monday 1st June 2020 11:12 am
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