Bewildered

One would wonder, how English (long despoiled
By past bards, rote and writers!)
Could incite and promote such modern passion
that forced brow, tanned or unmarred, to frown
And wrinkle after quaint confusion’s fashion.

Boris Gumpovich

Accosted by Squirrel

I have mirror vision and
I’m mocked with some derision
Even by the pidgeon as I pass

The squirrel in the tree and
The dog that looks at me
Go in for the final kill, O flee!

But I can fight back you know
There’s not much else to do
As squirrel and dog drag me b’neath the leaves

Listyraesder McJoffery

Rationale

Bar brawl you eyeballed
Me first so I got a cue
And took my cue to join
The queue to smash you
In the face.

Listyraesder McJoffery

The Saga of the Holiday

I feel too old to jetski
My wife’s just got new boobs
The air down here’s too salty
And I don’t like this foreign food
But this is what retirement is
You have to play along
I have lost my inner playboy
He’s long been dead and gone

At every election time, the expat goes back home
He’s shifted to the right, you know
Yet why he does not know
And he always catches sight of those photos in the hall
A reminder of when he thought old bastards should be shot against the wall…

Listyraesder McJoffery

Ken Loach

The use of diagetic sound
For Ken Loach is quite profound
It keeps the plot on the ground,
The music cost down,
That use of diagetic sound.

Listyraesder McJoffery

(Gears of [Justice) Gears]

He thinks he’s such a master
The low-down cheating bastard
The incident in Derby I havent forgot
What does he take me for, an idiot?

But he must have let his guard down
When he went to fleece the last town
They got him caught on camera, they got the lot
Then they saw his bank balance – You draw the dot-to-dot

But he’ll enter in his favour
“First offence, M’lud”, he’ll quaver
As he stands up there lonely lonely in the dock
He’s afeared of being put under key and lock

But I had reached my tether
“Send him down!”, I yelled at Trevor
Wells, esteemed prosecution leader
I got sent out by the judge, “You take a breather!”

When he came to sentence
The con-man’s due repentance
The judge went and gave him some five years
That is how the poem ends. Thank you, Justice Gears.

Listyraesder McJoffery

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