I wrote this, yesterday morning (17th Oct, 2019), after observing a youthful Boris lookalike sauntering through St. Peter’s market square, Sudbury. Later that day, I had the misfortune of hearing the news about Boris agreeing a deal with the EU!
Boris, young, with same loose tongue,
whips, carefree, ‘neath
glare of St. Peter’s .
hair, yellow and dishevelled, fringe lines horizontal and stabbing through,
clasp of hat.
A warning, pointed, of youth allowed to root and grow unhindered –
carefree, arrogant, dangerous. Portent of a future, our future, doomed
by a folly.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Thursday 17th October, 2019
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