Richard the Turd

Richard the Turd

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

Gathering voters with bigoted views

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

Despises unions decries worker’s rights

Proffers roast lamb to sheep with no clues

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

Hatred division and fear he invites

From a safe distance igniting a fuse

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

Where we are born is the roll of a dice

Fortune or famine you don’t get to choose

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

Ambiguous tweets he craftily types

Equating free speech with racist abuse

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

His manifesto is blatant precise

“10,000” new prisons put to good use

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

The Climes They Are a Changing

 The Climes they are a Changing

One summery, autumnal-like day,

Winter, briefly turned into spring,

And from six thousand miles away,

Swallow swoops hastily took wing,

As tulips prematurely flowered,

Daffodils, promptly disappeared,

Chiffchaffs, mating calls sang loud,

Bluebells in the woods appeared,

And I, observing with regret,

Mouthed woefully a quiet: “Not yet”.

The blossom on my apple tree

This year, was rarely visited by

A bumble or a honey bee;

And for what weather reason why:

From summer’s mid to Halloween,

I saw one wasp, or maybe two,

In all the four months in between;

Crane-flies (their prey), are very few,

Whilst spiders, big beyond recall,

Make hands and even plates seem small.

Is this then written for reasons

Pertaining to global warming?

Am I suggesting the seasons

Are giving human-kind a warning?

No: I was merely following

The path of the first lines that came

To mind; and here I am; waffling

About stuff; the which I’ve no claim

To any knowledge, worth mention,

When my original intention

Was a flowery piece, inclining

Toward clouds of silver lining,

In these undeniably strange

Times of turmoil and climate change.