Where I hoped an opener on MCIOS might go... If you like, I'll put in a word That you'd like to play Richard the Third On the Lyttleton stage Despite your old age Though there's bugger all chance you'll be heard
So Theresa has gone off to Brussels For a feed of hot chips and steamed mussels To seek a new deal At a Head-of-State meal Getting nowhere, for all that she hustles
It sounds like the real thing, for sure But will its works really endure? Or does its success Mean that we must confess That "real" poetry's just as obscure?
(Reusing old stuff is not a sin) I'm writing this verse 'coz I'm bored using time that I cannot afford so much else I should do such as sit on the loo and flush when I once find the cord