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Monstrously Machievellian

Demonic pedagogic

Ominously Orwellian

Demagogic logic 

Fools’ Musk-ovite mules

Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist

Dickensian dystopia rules

Google last post bugle 

Fossil fuels myopia drools

Bellicose Bezos blows

Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey

Unions demonstrate

Amazon defenestrate 

Hades Gates hierarchy

Murdoch foxy skulduggery

Poxy TikTok runs amok

Crass puns..shock thuggery

This lot don't give a jot
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Bitter sh**ter Twitter

Greedier needier seedier

The death of mass media

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Blizzard Wizard

To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned..

That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of mulled wine mingling shivers..oh and..shed loads of snow..

You know it is nature's calling card...as the bleached flurries hurriedly dart. ...shards of frosty farts falling hard....

Slippery slurries beached...frippery start to beseeched.. billow like waspish wafts of blossoming willow.. 

Chuffed to see a lush plush pillow..fluffed...puffed..buffed..kept aloft from mush.. with crystals soft..silky..stuffed

A natural ebb and flow gush...a smattering...then a rush...splattering to and fro.. 

Winter’s web.. gleaming coats of teeming white bright light beaming notes...

Dreams of fairies schemes….streams across mystic moats..dairy prairies floats...

Scoops of snowy soup spills..stoops and swoops…down the hills..droops off daffodil troops..

Everything swathed..bathed in wintry tiding...the sodden sky pours... hints of sly footprints trodden hiding…

Huddling crystal clusters grasping.. riding..gliding…deciding detours…

Blizzard wizard’s rasping rally…cuddling..clasping.. contours of the valley floor..

Last post gong of our winter host boast.. sounds like a love song..

In this Proustian getaway... adore the festooned foray..

Marooned yet cocooned…this wild hideaway soon shunning..

Being wreathed in bleakly stunning cunning.. 

Turns back to being shrouded..sheathed in meekly clouded mild...

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Sprung is Springing

Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…

Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...

Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..

Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...

Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..

Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...

Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...

Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...

Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…

Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..

Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..

Middle class mowed manicured marvels..

Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....

Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs

Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..

The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...

A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..

An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..

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Country Pubs

Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled jar..

Perch...parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..

Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..

Smug treacle toned thatch rugs hugs sturdy slabs.. shrugs..

Tugs tussling tree torn trusses and trestles....

Trumpets tradition.. crisp crumpets in flames..sedition flickering..

Like sassy strumpets calling each other names…playfully bickering..

Remember the surreal cast….gayfully ethereal echoes..

Beacons blush in the embers of the past..

Classy pubs dripping with polished pewter.. parochial paraphernalia…ballsy brass...

Crepuscular charms.  splinters splicing smokey shadows..

Wafting whispers.. across tobacco tinted tainted times..

Whistles whetted..quaffing…quenching ...cavorting with crannies..

Carousing with nooks naked in timber flannelled panels..

Canoodling on fecund bulbous bales farm foraged.. freshly fashioned...

Flirtatious follicle flicks....gurgling guffaws, raffish rascals' whisky whimsy..
 
Courting curious covens..sporting prosecco cackle cacophonies.

As sons become dad..in turn perched with their lad..

Lady lawyer betwixt a pimpled tyro…local employer, bumpkin on the giro..
 
Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors.. 

Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before..

That without impunity the nub of a pub..

The bar.. a community hubbub hub..

Gracious Landladies…loquacious Landlords..

Sagacious stars...near and far..

We raise our jar.

For our home from home..

A public house..

Ta..




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The House of Lords




Bored of deplored 

Hordes of frauds

On abhorred company boards

Who applaud flawed

Seats stored…for cheats

Apply or buy on the fly

Enjoy till they die


Getting podgy..betting on dodgy bills 

Thrills of blue pills

Moolah the ruler

Swills..fills the tills



Cash revenues poured

Toured here & 

Did maraud abroad

All avenues explored

Scored a stash

Claps & back slaps

Promises will slash

Countries floored collapse

Nice one chaps

Ice caps thawed

Adored share price soared


Lust for boom & bust

Must lobby..trust us

Just a hobby jobby

Cigars smoked…booze soaked

Full to the gunnels

With coke choked 

Vasal nasal funnels


Despite our fears and nadirs

For years on the fiddle

Peers sneers & jeers

Snaking beast will feast

Diddle..taking the piddle

Not least the riddle 

Forgot forsaking the priest



Not reeling…Lords’ laughter

Cheers to Keir again

Feeling calmer after

Starmer’s dafter karma

Who’s forgotten it’s rotten

Even show pony Tony

Did more to stop

Crony phoney baloney


Our hopes on the ropes

Need a disdain campaign

Tropes to end 

Champagne reign of gain

This inane arcane 

Insane gravy train


 








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Rooty eclipses Sachin's sun

Let's toot & salute
Folks our bespoke bloke
Having a hoot..
Bearing fruit loot
English cricketing oak 
Celestial extra terrestrial Groot

Can't be snooty about tutti fruity 
Rooty's booty on lions duty
As an Aussie would quip
You absolute beauty

Humble while records tumble..crumble
Can hear dear old Bumble..no quibble 
Told from red rose fold across the Ribble
Saying for me..sold.. Rooty better
Run getter...record setter 
Fetter even KP...cricketing gold

In the MCC heaven eleven
Story of forever glory
But never look at me
Only one with a magnificent 
Seven on the adored 
Boards at Lords
Top of the tree

Despite his fame...just the same
Puts on the gloves
Joy of a boy
Still really clearly dearly  
Loves the game 

No rebuke..no fluke
For our big grin
Thin White Duke..batting nuke
Believing his pedigree filigree 
Web will keep weaving
Nervous laughter
Leaving Indians peeving

Not being cynical.. it's not cyclical...but clinical.
No retrieving the pinnacle.....puns almost biblical
Our glorious grafter...after runs to every rafter

Joe will nurdle...nudge
Scoreboard budge..purring
Dreamy silky creamy
Drives soul stirring
Lamps perverse reverse ramps whirring

By hook or crook
Snook past Cook with
Textbook look & grace
Took fifth place 
In the record book race

Will beat all the elite
Breaking Rahul's wall
Shaking Kallis's Palace
Forsaking blunter punter
Ponting..bereft at the 
Theft..left..wanting

En song hatching
Catching then snatching
Number one
Dispatching..after so long
Last post gong
Love song of
Dashing don..Sachin






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Wokery, no just jiggery pokery

Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..

Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..

Deafening din of our chagrin...

Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..

Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...

Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses.. 

Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...

Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..

Placards versus lanyards.. 

Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..

Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?

No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..

Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..

Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..

Yet the more we holler...hanker..

Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..

Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...

Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...

Reeking of what could & should have been..




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Koropuko Falls

Hunger for perfectly placed punga path 

Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf 

Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor

Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed 

Glorious green sheens in every shade

Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door..

Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore

Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling dreams

Stumbling…rambling, ambling & scrambling 

Rugged roots hugs…tugs.. rock hewn strewn rugs...

Babbling gabbling brooks..dabbling with nooks

Where all is not as it seems

Whispers wafting of winsome wonders

Then through the bush wanders

Boisterous bursts in sensational spurts…

Spellbound by the sound..moreish moans

Raiding…cascading…braiding polished stones

Pedigree lichen filigree lurches..

Gluts shouldered.. struts bouldered ruts

Gliding sliding down slippery perches 

Travesty not to unwind when you find

Mystical, magical, mythical majesty 

See this tantalising tree lined tapestry

Mother Nature’s one of a kind churches

I close my eyes and I can see you, 

Feel you… love you & miss you so…

You already know.. you are 

My special place.. My beloved Koropuko...  

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Biscuits

What‘s better than a biscuit?

Hard to debunk 

Treasure trunk funk 

Should you let

It get wetter

Would you dare risk it?


The trick a quick dunk

Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk.. 

Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk

Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk


So at your leisure

Pleasure one’s self

Don’t regret your stealth

Forget your health

Wealth beset on the shelf


So feeling restive?

Yearn for a digestive?

Appealing…suggestive

No shock..dark choc

What else will cut the mustard

With a brew…for a few bob

Recurring theme..does seem

Will always dream 

About a custard cream 

Almost sob…as I Lob

A hob-nob in me gob
 

Ta pour more cha

In fine fettle

Be a slob

Turn on the kettle

Bickies in the jar

On the sofa settle

Sins within tins

Spurn concern

Ignore the racket


As


Hats do doff

Knew from the off 

On a roll

The sole goal

Quaff another cuppa

Down your cake hole

Scoff the whole packet!




  

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Piggy Porky Perfection

However you dress...compress these clever creatures…

More not less..whenever features...success..

To be Francis...what about Bacon…

Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. 

Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour…

Get a hard on from a lardon..

What’s much better than pancetta…

Peck at a fleshy fleck of top deck speck…

Unctuous umami tsunami of salami

Or sumptuous faux porky pastrami

Cheeky paprika glow of chorizo....

Stellar slivers of cast a spell mortadella..

Good black pud under your hood..

Nose to tail...ear to rear.. or is it snout to trotter…

Crackling…the beast stripped...skin ripped....snipped…

Flipped..dipped in oil.. every pleat..even the teet…

Shed so we can be fed...feast on this tasty treat..

Iberian beauties run riot...born on a diet of sun…

Acorn not lawn..torn and shorn…blushing crimson porn..

Like brawn... did spawn…locavore dawn..

Lovely legs adorn...above sherry kegs with wooden taps.  …

Such handsome chaps…costs a King’s ransom..

Melt..fat flavour pelt...despite the prices..

Sublime svelte slices...loosen your belt..

Utterly buttery aficionado bravado..

Smuttery lah dee dah Lardo…

Richer than avocado sluttery...

Let's dine on divine porcine...

On reflection.. my selection…

Confection of pastry..piggy perfection... 

Naked ingenuity in perpetuity... 

The humble but venerable pork pie..



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