Category: doggerel
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NOMBI
So, I drive my car with gentle foot, to eke out precious fuel And the central heating thermostat is turned down as a rule The solar roof is waiting for the Sun to top the hills But I’m more concerned today about the chance of toxic spills — Yes it’s true I am a hypocrite…
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Doggerel for Bonfire Night
We sing out “Remember the fifth of November” and gather in schools and in parks. With Health and with Safety we coo, point and gasp at the sanitised festival larks. Just as Samhain has softened from what it once was; No more ancestors, just trick and treating, Bonfire night has become just a laugh and…
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Mask
Mask I’m wearing the smile with the mirror-glass eyes, It’s a mask I put on now and then. For now, it’s a fixture; it’s not coming off. If it does I can’t say right now, when. If a year was a bottle, wine filled and cork topped, There’s no doubt I would still drink it…
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The Moment of the Melt
The Moment of the Melt… When grey sky gives cautious way to whispering blue. And trees let loose their cloaks and stretch out waking arms. Snow drifts retreat, and icy paths crunch under foot As the unmasked soil offers a wet brown face to the child Sun. This time is precious. As brief and beautiful as a bubble,…
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Christmas Lights (bah humbug)
We don’t like wind turbines, we scream about fracking We protest at nuclear and lobby MPs We tell everybody we’re fighting the warming Each time we email from our humming PCs And every room has a compact fluorescent And all of our heating is down two degrees But just around solstice as winter is coming We pay…
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Dealing with Drought…
The weather people say to me, on telly and online, We haven’t had sufficient rain; the weather’s been so fine. The south of England’s all in drought – We’re short of water, there’s no doubt. But bear in mind if you go out… It isn’t average all the time!
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Near Miss
the time for brooding melancholy has gone. see! the furies come, hurling curses; screaming and snarling, rage erupting. how can such wrath hurl itself from scattered books? to hide is futile, to stand likewise; destruction is inevitable. and yet avoided – in the tinkling of a laugh; and the flickering of a smile… but that…
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Stonehenge
Oh, how I yearn to be alone. Holding onto the open chalk, standing firm against the bite of wind, rain and Sun, Showing impassive toleration to time. At peace, while waiting for momentary pilgrims If it were only traffic… Roaring, throbbing carriers of men and matter, eating miles, eating the plain In gouged arteries of…
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