Friday, January 28, 2022

January 2022: a poem

The shades of January have again,
Repeated last years sad refrain,
Our fight with Covid onward goes,
It chooses not 'twix friends or foes.

 But now we hear with some concern,
Of ‘antics at the top’, we learn,
Restrictions meant for One and All
Should cause the Cabinet to ‘fall’.

We wait with trepidation,
To hear of ‘Cakes and Sherry’
How Boris and his fellow men,
In lawless groups’ made merry.

Say no to Bo Jo’s whitewash,
The truth will out we say,
We need to see unblemished facts,
Not fifty shades of grey!

David Taylor,
28th January 2022

Photo: Old stone background texture by Annie Spratt, from unsplash.com



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