Tuesday, 31 October 2017
It's All Hallow's Eve
We're being watched by the Evil Eye
At midnight the witches swoop by
Tonight's the night when vampire bats fly
Skeletons rise creakily from their ancient graves
and articulate their bones
Zombies fight to grapple
for a sticky toffee apple
Sugar fuelled children roam the streets
dressed up for trick or treat
desperate for sweets
egg his door - shriek!
Mummies and Daddies
make pumpkins jump out of their skins
spiders are busy cobwebbing
whilst people are apple bobbing
Bolt the door and watch the Blue Planet II
Biscuits: Nairn's Dark Chocolate Chip
Tuesday, 17 October 2017
As the Saharan storm winds blew
The skies turned an eerie yellow hue
In Ireland they had a tempestuous breeze
That lifted seas and uprooted trees
The effects on the landscape
and scenery were disastrous
the results of climate change
If you are a global warming
The sight may have been
If it was the end of the world
the earth would tremble
The underworld it would
However in true British style
it was grim for a couple of hours
by sun and showers
Biscuits: Fox's Fabulous Selection
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
Should they go or should they stay?
The world is falling to pieces
Like these biscuits that are broken
And the promises that politicians have spoken
Tribal drums are beating
Leaving populations seething.
The rush for globalisation
Has produced more fragmentation.
In Majorca and Venice
They protest against tourism’s menace.
Tear gas and rubber bullets in the blazing sun
Are not the way to prevent a referendum.
The voice of the Kurds is still not heard
Although their cause is not absurd.
Myanmar is in a state
As Rohingya Moslems flee their fate.
Nationalism may be a blessing or a curse
But violence only makes things worse.
The last of last week’s broken biscuits
Helped us make this verse.
Biscuits: The last of the Box of Broken Biscuits