Brexit Sonnet No. 37
‘Road to Brexit’
This road to Brexit’s poorly signed and mapped,
It twists and turns and dead ends do prevail.
It’s not on any sat nav, its surface badly cracked,
And rutted tracks, they tell a sorry tale.
No smart ideas to aid our flowing lane,
No highway code to keep us safe and sound.
Just contra-flows in a sea of aching pain,
And no signage placed to bring us homeward bound.
Yet speedsters speed, the limit they do flout,
No cameras work to record their blatant charge.
No yellow lines, just red ones round about,
Economy mpg? Now not large.
Our syncromesh has dropped its cog again;
Best stop, restart and engageth Nation’s brain.
©Keith Murphy
Categories:
speedsters, political,
Form: Sonnet
William Wordsworth if living in 2014
would think oh the waste
that's come to my beloved lakes
the changes seem to be in haste
So many people wrecking the landscape
where I once had stood
in front of Dove Cottage a hotel stands
this is absurdly rude
They are called tourists I'm told
walking over hills and dale
these things on four wheels called cars
go so fast speedsters should be in jail
People so lacking manners
no decorum or finesse at all
they even watch talking pictures at home
oh their minds are really small
No knowledge of the great classics
as they waste their time away
in silly things like PCs and computer games
oh to be back in my own day
No reverence for God almighty
children give parents no respect
so glad I lived in 1800s
now that was the time to connect
AUTHOR NOTES: some thoughts on the great poet William Wordsworth (1770-
1850) of what he would have thought if he lived today.
Categories:
speedsters, life, poets,
Form: Rhyme