Thursday 9 January 2014

10th January 2014



Sonnet 66

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,

As to us beggars good Prince George was born,

And payday loan sharks promise jollity,

And "A man's a man for a' that's"  forsworn,

And crimper's honour shamefully misplaced*,

And Under 5's Beauty Queens strumpeted,

And Mums' baby fat wrongfully disgraced,

And who's poor by who's rich disabl'ed,

And same small rich left in authority,

And X Factor judges manufacturing skill,

And "brand value" dwarfing simplicity,

And industrial foods making us ill.

"Tired with all these, from these I would be gone,

Save that to die I leave my blog alone".


*MBE awarded to Prime Minister's hairdresser.

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