Poetry

London Underground cleaners are refusing to use new biometric machines to book on for work, seeing this as a threat to their civil liberties.

For John Leach, probably the nearest I'll get to a love poem:

My partner's pain at last has gone
Long months of torment finished
For weeks in sorrow soldiering on
His suffering undiminished

Good God, I'm glad they're in the past,
Those howls and screams of pain
His wisdom tooth has gone at last
But his wisdom will remain

A rather silly poem about artists in food and drinks establishments. Tip of the hat to Tim Wells for the joke in the final verse:

I saw Picasso in the caff
And offered him a tea
Said he, "I'll drink that through my mouth,
It's next to my left knee"

by Janine Booth (intro) / Eva Gore-Booth (poem) - published in Solidarity 334

Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1926) was an Irish poet and dramatist, and a suffragist and labour movement activist.