“Put the team first ...
and the ball seems to find you”
(Torry Holt: September, 2025)
Categories:
torry, character,
Form: Free verse
It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
Categories:
torry, allusion, confusion, crush, fear,
Form: Concrete
A fearsome gale tearing through Torry,
Took young Dot and Tyson away.
She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well,
Stuck for words, whit wid she say?
Now, evil wis lurkin’ aroon’ the corner,
It wis the wicked witch o’ the North East.
If young Dot wis tae survive,
She wid hae tae beat the beast!
She finally got the witch’s burberry cap,
Which wid help her get aheid.
And all the little casuals happily sang,
‘Heymin! The wicked witch is deid!’
Dot wis noo ready tae find the ‘Big Man’
Her brain wis in one mode.
Noo, a’ that Dot needed tae dae,
Wis follow the Granite brick road.
She found hersel’ back in her hoose,
Bemused at far she hud been.
Now lookin’ at some weel kent faces,
So wis this a’ a dream?
Categories:
torry, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Scotland voted with a nationalist head,
England voted to keep the torries ahead,
3 Million people voted UKIP instead,
And I ask myself why?
Some voted tactically,
Whilst others voted practically,
Some followed history,
And some even spoiled the sheet!
Put your X in the box send your candidate to the fore,
They'll be the next to be Bribed by the capitalist horde,
Who'll whisper sweet lies every time he draws breath,
And you will wonder how you were fooled until the day of your death!
5 more years of austerity some folks cheered,
5 more years of Torry rule some folks jeered,
And they kick up a fuss, they boo they hiss,
Now everyone's an expert and that truly boils my piss,
The system is broken but what is the cure,
Its not austerity or more pointless wars,
We must learn to love our fellow man,
Put the past behind us draw a line in the sand.
Categories:
torry, political,
Form: Iambic Pentameter