If the government were to collapse Fill the cabinet with some stop-gaps Like Rees-Mogg at Health Rushi Sunak at Wealth And for PM, who else but Grant Shapps?
This was started by Radox The Green and Projoy: Now Chancellor Nadim Zahawi (Whose savings are not in Malawi!) Thinks that he is the GOAT But he won't get our vote: We're not that daft, now, really, are we?
Having spent many long years in training We expect he's an expert in reigning And one of our own So, as Charles takes the throne Let us greet him with "Long live the King."
Raak set the precedent above, so here is a sonnet. I recently had lunch with someone who amuses herself sonnetising popular songs, and I thought I would take on the challenge.
(Is it not rich?) And if I sound resigned (Are we a pair?) I'm grounded; you're unmoored. (Is it not bliss?) This is what fate designed: (Don’t you approve?) One flying; one who’s floored.
At last I'd closed the doors of past desire And opened yours with one speech to profess But you’d left for another lover's fire— The poets call this irony, I guess.
(Don’t you love farce?) The dreams that we’d ignored (My fault, I fear) I thought were now aligned. (Is it not rich?) My timing, though, was flawed; (Is it not queer?) Ah well, then—never mind
The jaded exits, faded evening gowns... Just strike the set, my dear. Send in the clowns.
Hidden textI can't decide if 'Just strike the set and then deploy the clowns' would be a better final line. Substitute it if you prefer. :)
My dear mother said "Use your brain" "Don't drive all that way. Take a train." So I took her advice (I don't need telling twice) And now I'm doing 15 years in Wandsworth for grand larceny, operating a locomotive without a train driving licence and the kidnapping of one train driver, four conductors, 83 passengers, four dogs and a budgie named Jane.
I've recently picked up a cough It's making life hard to get through This out I must tough Shun of Despond the Slough And seek help from the folk of the borough.
[Raak] That's so good it needs plagiarising... Behold ye the red-legged chough Which nests on the end of a bough Where it pecks out a trough Feeds its young just on dough And suffers a constant hiccough.
The cure for all Mankind's ills Can be found in my patented pills They should be taken when cool No! Just one you damned fool! Aaaand another fool's pushin' up cowsills.
Someone on WhatsApp mentioned they'd had to write a poem on the theme "tree", and in reply, I made this up in 60 seconds, without time to make apologies to Joyce Kilmer...
There once was a beautiful tree That wasn't so lovely to me As any old pome Pulled out of a tome Pulled out of a beautiful tree.
goldfinch - King Charlie’s replantable tree Makes a bold point on ecology, Strong on conservation Yet on his oration: A touch wooden, his delivery.
Projoy - Charles drawls from a room that's enchanting For now it's a "sir", not a "ma'am" ting. He signals his virtue with pine (or a birch?) who Like him needs a speedy replanting.
The child, being close to the floor, sees the dust gather up, more and more. The cracks in the wall grow, as children grow tall till they leave; dust thrown up; closing door.