Oh it’s like that is it Wednesday ?
In that case there’s only one thing for it …
stripy socks.

Sign on the goods train we just passed:
“Not to be loose or hump shunted”
If I had a teenage daughter …

Young spring green leaves

Young spring green leaves
Leading the charge to the sun
Hauling wood up branches
Sucking sap from underground
Clustered thrusting skyward
Green fingered branchlings
Building trees with not
so much a ‘by your leave’
Whole hillsides of relatives
As old as any man living
Standing naked together
Feigning death all winter
Before budding cheekily
Delicate explosions to herald
Young spring green leaves


Bojo was a man who thought he was a mayor
But he was a total arse
Bojo was adulterous, thought he was a player
Maritally what a farce.

Get whacked, get whacked,
Get whacked on your Etonian bum
Get whacked, get whacked,
Get whacked for beating Livingstone.

Herpetology was more than just a hobby
For one Lambeth boy called Ken
Practically a wizard with a newt or lizard
or politicians (slimy men)

(At this point I have run out of steam … I’ll finish this later …)