Fiddle

Fiddle de dee flibberty jibbet

Fiddle faddle kibosh

Pernickety poppycock

Pumpernickel eyewash

Shenanigans skewwhiff

Skulduggery baloney

Galivant britches

Hoodwink Mahoney

Confuzzled kerfuffle

Concoction thingamabob

Tomfoolery bodacious

Flim flam bibbety bob

Berserk periwinkle

Doohickie caterwauling

Beejeesus bejasus

Flummoxed West Malling

Knucklehead camaraderie

Rigmarole thunderation

This is the poetry

That’s going to sweep the nation

© Ray Stearn 2^nd December 2020

They Don’t

They don’t need to speak

To connect

A mood so caustic

They do not say a word

I know

It is my turn to be powerful

Strident

Strong and positive

I speak

“You alright?”

I give myself five lines

I must do better

I must do better

I must do better

I must do better

I must do better

© Ray Stearn 2^nd December 2020

December Lockdown

A rustle of paper

Waiting for the bin men

But this is inside, not out

So I recycle my thoughts,

Pen them,

Wait

For the recycling lorry

To empty last week’s secrets,

Crush them,

Rebuild those secrets

Into new plans

Hopes dreams

For another week

Then, disappointed

Recycle them again

Vin blanc

In a blank van

© Ray Stearn 2^nd December 2020