Monthly Archives: January 2017

Taking liberties, some might say.

State Of Liberty.

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,
Then round ’em up and take away their 90 day passes,
And return ’em to their far-off shore.

Gather the tempest tossed, the lost and dispossessed,
Dons America WILL make you feel an unwelcome guest,
That’s if they deign to let you in the door.


Spotlighting all the family fun.

Young At Heart.

They zoomed, they focused, the cameras rolled,
In the background a puerile performance began to unfold,
Beaming, Donald triumphantly drank in the acclaim of his peers
As behind him blank-faced young son Barron looked bored to tears.

Dressed up in a suit and tie,
You had to feel for the little guy,
He looked like he could do with a nap
When Donald stepped up and opened his trap.

Evil media, leave Don’s son alone,
That poor little Ba- Barron is barely grown,
Don’t highlight the childish antics of the little one
Don’s just handing down immaturity, from father to son.


Deaf Ear Don.

Darling Of The Press.

When Don spoke with the Press
His frustration he could not suppress,
CNN should`ve deferred to him instead
Of questioning every factual thing he said.

‘Why can’t CNN zip their lip?
Exercise a little self-censorship?
Such Great liberties they’ve taken,
Their privileges they have forsaken.’

For CNN it’s all bad news,
Donald rejects their dim views,
When pressed he’ll communicate
Through tweets or Fox- end of debate.


The rosy view through red tinted glasses.

Dis Putin.

Don has so much knowledge to dispense,
He’s gonna get his great country back on track,
His belief in his good self is massive, huge, immense,
And his ex-KGB buddy wouldn’t ever cyber-attack.

Don’s won, there’ll be no stepping (or counting) back,
Now he can focus on building walls at Mexican expense,
The FBI sure try, but can’t change the mind of an egomaniac,
Don don’t hear their nonsense, he won’t use his intelligence.


Digging up the dregs.

Time off at Christmas, enjoying a little TV, watching some shows I missed first time around, some enjoyable, some dreck. On that note…To those lucky enough to have not seen it ‘Rosemary And Thyme’ is a gentle two ‘lady’ gardeners/sleuths’ TV show. They discover all manner of ghastly goings-on in the garden. All very discreet, no blood and bones in this program.

Turning Over.

I’ve just seen ‘Rosemary And Thyme’ for the first time,
Alas, Felicity is past her first bloom and well past her prime,
Ever since her ‘The Good Life’ days I’ve been a Kendell admirer,
But this pile of manure she’s mired in could not be any direr.

It’s quite the most tedious travesty I’ve seen on my TV set,
But try a little judicious pruning and what might you get?
Imagine that show, tautly trimmed, the plot robust and strong?
But there’s no market for a program slashed to one minute long.

Yes, its all too twee for me, an hour is far to long to devote
To a lot of rot that’s got sod all plot, so I reached for the remote,
Did ITV see fit to turn up another season of ‘Rosemary And Thyme?’
I see no reasonable grounds to ever return to the scene of this crime.