Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
Categories:
muttons, paradise,
Form: Rhyme
I dream a dream of violins,
Upon the grass of Devon's shore.
That play the songs of their folklore,
And of the dancing ginger twins.
I dream of lambs and muttons white,
Which bleat and bounce below the sky,
Of breeze and birds that on it fly,
And of the child with its blue kite.
No violins and no folklore,
No dancing twins or playfull boys,
The lambs are gone and gone's their voice,
And even birds are now no more.
So close your eyes and fall asleep,
And dream of music and of sheep.
Categories:
muttons, dream,
Form: Sonnet