Clerihew: Richard Sharp
Richard Sharp
Likes to whinge and to carp
That report was bad luck
Now off he can fuck
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Villanelles, sonnets, haiku, limericks and more ... Not all Janine's poems follow strict forms, but these ones do ...
Richard Sharp
Likes to whinge and to carp
That report was bad luck
Now off he can fuck
To save the rivers
To pay for their survival
We must burst the banks
Give handouts to the City not the town
Award the top the most, the bottom least
and in the end, the wealth will trickle down
So feed the finest to the howling hound
The sparrow pecks the droppings of the beast
Give handouts to the City not the town
Allow some crumbs to tumble to the ground
Please overload the table for the feast
and in the end, the wealth will trickle down
Autumn falls and storm clouds brew
The post each day brings season's chill
The queue moves on a step or two
The last demand is overdue
It stands unopened on the sill
As autumn falls and storm clouds brew
They stand in file to give their due
A strung-out wait to pay their bill
The queue moves on a step or two
Walk down locked and empty streets alone,
arrive for start of shift, it's bear-the-brunt time
to serve some others' families not your own
Going from the home front to the frontline
Frozen pay, now tiny, ice-cold 'offers',
red-bordered bills alert approaching deadline
The firing line ignites key workers' coffers
Going from the frontline to the breadline
Jeremy Westlake
has the second best take
He's in charge of the cash
and makes sure he gets a big stash
Grant Shapps
He talks and he craps
But often gets confused
About which end he's used
A golden shovel based on the final stanza of The Mask of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
They hold us down but still we rise,
deference dies, we bite them down to size. Like
Jayaben roars, we are the lions,
Mr Manager, you'll do no more damage after
we've dealt with you. Stretching from slumber,
Flexing our muscle, exercising our minds, in
readiness for when they find that they are not unvanquishable
as they thought. They bought power but we have number.
Owen Patterson
takes envelopes with splatters on
One hundred grand and he'll do your bidding
Fit for public office? You've got to be kidding.