Hi, I am a satirical performance poet based in Hertfordshire. Most of my poems centre around politics, reality TV, relationships, and fish fingers! I am a member of RRRants, a poetry collective based in the home counties. My website is www.georgestanworth.co.uk
AN ASBO FOR SOME IS NEVER ENOUGH Clarkson loud music chunders around. Alsatians’ barking injures the sound. Empties of Bailey's smash on the ground. An ASBO for some is never enough! Random expletives yelled for effect; stealing from family to pay off their debt. Jeremy Kyle is soon to be met. An ASBO for some is never enough! You're sent off to Spain to help you calm down, and extra tax credits are given by Brown. You use them wisely defacing the town. Two ASBO's for some are never enough! PARTY POLITICAL GAMES David Cameron and Nick Clegg played Mario Kart. The PM was Bowser. His No.2 – Princess Peach. John Major sulked. He wanted to play Daley Thompson’s Decathlon. Cameron and Clegg just laughed and mocked him for being way behind the times. Barack Obama told them to simmer down as it was time for bed. Clegg sucked his thumb and Cameron took his anger out on the sick and the needy. FRANK! STOP IT! I’m sadder than a roundabout that lives in Milton Keynes. More miserable than Morrissey when having happy dreams. I’m glummer than a pomegranate dropped into the loo. As melancholic as K9 without his Doctor Who. I’m sadder than a carnival taking place in fog. I’m gloomier than owls that wish they were a frog. I’m glummer than a raindrop falling on a hearse. As melancholic as a witch who’s lost the will to curse. I’m sadder than a ladder missing all its rungs. And glummer than a runner who’s got a punctured lung. I’m gloomier than greyness mixed with cloudy grey. I wish I was more camper And born a little gay! I’M NOT VAIN – SO WHY DO I THINK THIS POEM’S ABOUT ME ! Britain’s haemorrhaging its cash So how will Labour stop the crash? I hope they don’t tax all big noses, large ears, acne, halitosis. Generate the cash elsewhere. Penalise those with no hair. Gordon don’t tax all big noses large ears, acne, halitosis. It’s not as if I’d have to care. I’ve got perfection everywhere! But such a tax would be unfair. I’d march upon Trafalgar Square:- Shouting ‘Breath of onion rings, flabby legs and bingo wings should be taxed before big noses, large ears, acne, halitosis! I hope they don’t tax all big noses, flatulence, and tiny hoses!
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Disney Days (01/03/2019)
I Potted A Long Red (01/09/2017)
Beautiful Love Poems (29/12/2016)
A Wee Meltdown (21/11/2016)
"I'm Leaving For A Wetter Man" (24/03/2016)
Sometimes Love Strikes When It Isn't Expected (05/03/2016)
I Love You Mum (17/12/2015)
Fancy That! (25/10/2015)
REM's Premonition (13/09/2015)
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