bunch of lefties

boycott vote

whoa Gibraltar tie that kanga down

little Spains are taking tinsel town

marriage of public convenience

Brexit my arse

Nigel was willing true to his name

foraging for scraps of votes he led

motley creatures by the nose to dance

Brexit my arse

try it out on YouRope no disgrace

dangling on the line enjoy a farce

stick it out till you’re blue in the face

Bexit my arse

Aunty France and Uncle Brit's divorce

still ain’t thru tho bickering enough

every time they mount the town hall steps

Brexit my arse

pull the other see if it's got bells

on then fetch the shotgun be no worse

civil partnership or fake romance

Brexit my arse

the odds

thinking to myself so what who cares

I was right said Chris & now he's gone

time to end the age old argument

me against them

Mum is gaga Dad’s a memory

raise the curtain face the music or

kettledrums rolling in the background

one against Thebes

got a family of my own to keep

tabs on history repeating itself

two more boys to fight and argue with

odds against ten

take no prisoners let the stragglers go

they'll come running homewards soon enough

dawn is breaking time to rise & shine

clock’s against me

no I'll take another hour of shut

eye no need to put the kettle on

rolling over in the creeping light

one against one

intertexing reprised

pied pastiche my media of choice

never that original I make

proximations like a lonely old

budgerigar

now pastisse has mucho aniseed

favours singing under many names

raki ouzo absinthe anisette

Baudelaire supped

twice his share while I prefer red wine

Archilochus played the drunken oaf

also Alcheus was quite an alc

originals

even they relied on one before

who invented rhyme & metre like

Sappho strumming with her plectrum no

token woman

though the muses suffer many fools

imitation floats the ship of verse

downright copying's against the rules

language comes first

worth his sack

couldn’t find a woman or a black

male of any age the Mafia

settled on this Ilkley chap who at

least gets it down

does a line in humour is correct

calls himself a poet passed his test

visits schools occasionally on

radio 4

pardon my question it's answer time

what’s his name is not important just

solid working class an axe who's

good chopping words

one more thing if any others dare

cast aspersions on this worthy bloke

send an SAE to Auntie Bee's

Twitter address

fact sheets are available an app

will be ready soon also a mask

goes on sale next Wednesday wear it out

ten years'll do

7½ O levels

having passed the English Language test

Lit I almost failed still not ashamed

Geog & Chemistry at CSE

some of my best

for the rest I should admit a rag

bag assortment hardly worth the time

teachers spent or cash-strapped Liverpool

City counselled

what I learned in truth I often use

here in life like French & Spanish Maths

simultaneous equations apart

History grade one

gotta get a boast in somewhere no

pride did not precede my fall I tripped

unassisted thank you from the great

height of these depths

anarchy being both means & mode

private schooling helped my stable mates

I set out to change the world so don't

judge me on grades

rude & pointed