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Steve Ellis Poem
NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS (from a dutiful husband for his loyal wife)
I’ll promise in the year ahead
To never, ever fart in bed,
Nor say how she should get thinner
At our anniversary dinner
To she who’ll wash my underpants
I’ll whisper words of sweet romance,
Like ‘dear, I smell your fragrant odour’,
NOT ‘how about a quick legover?’
I’ll promise I’ll learn how to cook
From that old Nigella book,
‘Monkfish Bake with Fried Pancetta’
Though egg and chips would taste much better
I’ll book us both a holiday
Somewhere hot for lazy days,
We’ll get suntanned and drink sambuccas,
(Hope no-one sees my huge verrucas)
High as kites on karaoke
We’ll sing a duet, something folky
‘I Got You Babe’? No, ‘cos on balance
Singing’s not among her talents
We’ll watch the sunset hand in hand,
Strolling on the golden sand,
Taking in the sun-kissed view
When suddenly from out the blue
I’ll take a gold ring from my pocket
Go down on one sore knee socket,
And ask her to renew our vows
On holiday, if time allows
You see, I wouldn’t change a thing….
Apart from ask her not to sing!
Copyright © Steve Ellis | Year Posted 2019
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Steve Ellis Poem
The King of Trumpland
From TV land and a brash hotel
Appeared a huckster who lived to sell
Dreams to those who longed to hear
A voice free of bull, pity and fear,
Selling the dream of a new frontier,
He renamed America 'Trumpland'
He sold them a pup, many still knew
In their hearts of hearts - but what could they do?
A new power was rising, far to the east;
Trump took aim and fired – he’d slay the beast!
For he of all men was scared the least,
War fortified the King of Trumpland
The King cried 'first we retaliate,
Abandon all compromise, seal their fate!'
Then vast smoke mushrooms came into view
Over Pyong Yang and Beijing, Australia too;
In Korea millions died, though they never knew
Of the glorified King of Trumpland
The war was over – men cried with relief,
‘We stood up and were counted for our belief’;
The sky grew darker, black as the night;
The King was roaring 'we won the fight
And beat the aggressor with our military might!'
They deified the King of Trumpland
Then out of nowhere, a mighty blast,
Five million souls breathed their last,
Shocked generals stared from ship and car -
Korean missiles reached this far??!!
They struck at the heart of the stripes and stars
And the petrified King of Trumpland?
The King had one more trick up his sleeve,
He’d leave the people to mourn and grieve;
When last seen he'd reached the coast
Having been relieved of his regal post,
As a second bomb made millions more ghosts
For the mortified King of Trumpland
The next war will be fought with sticks and stones,
Bows and arrows and broken bones;
On Capitol Hill crowds mourn their loss
In single file past the wooden cross,
Where they take their aim and angrily toss
Rocks - at the crucified King of Trumpland
Copyright © Steve Ellis | Year Posted 2019
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