The Badgerpeople

The superheroes of today

Have all long passed their sell-by date.

Super, Bat, Spider and Wolverine

Were all just marketed,

Like tubs of margarine.

And the truth is that

These yanks in tights

Defend capitalism with all their might.

But those who fight for another cause

Are padding through the dark

On their silent paws

And with faces striped in black and white

The Badgerpeople will join the class fight.

And when the light of a new day dawns,

There’ll goalposts planted in Tories’ lawns,

And from the poles there flies a banner:

“Cull the Bankers, not the Badgers.”

Capitalists may strengthen

Walls and gates,

But, it’s all too little and all too late,

As a different future now starts to take place

And it’s got black and white stripes on its furry face.

Postcards from Havant

seahorse hiding in kelp to escape from 2 car poet who wants to paint it gold

Today I was emailed a questionnaire,

From a hotel that is called The Bear

Which was an inn that I had been in

And white was the colour of its clean linen.

And hot and cold water from the taps there spouts

But traveller beware if you go out

At midnight The Bear’s gate is locked up tight

And so it remains for the rest of the night

So if a guest stays out too late

He or she may wander round in a state,

Unless they have the knowledge and the knack

To go through the carpark, which is round the back.

Then the facts must be told, truth can’t be massaged

You have to enter through The Bear’s back passage.