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...











◄ A Poem for Elizabeth


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Mon 26th Sep 2022 09:05

Thanks Stephen. I think this must be the first political poem I have EVER done as by and large I don't like the genre. These are desperately bad times though and I needed to spit my dummy out.

John Coopey, that's a shame. Can't you bring Gert with you?

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 26th Sep 2022 08:31

I think the poetic angle is favourite, Isobel. Cayman Islands, anyone?

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John Coopey

Sun 25th Sep 2022 19:40

Nice to hear from you again, Isobel. It’s a nice thought (Oct 9 not the leg piss) but I suspect I won’t get a pass-out from The Boss.

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Sun 25th Sep 2022 17:25

😂 me with piss running down my leg? What you up to on 9th October? I'm compering at the Marsden WOL jam and that's probably not far for you.

I recently thought of you when I was in Haworth. There was a sign post to Penistone and I had visions of you limbering up...

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John Coopey

Sun 25th Sep 2022 11:03

You've done it now, Izzy. It's an image I can't get out of my mind!

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