Sonnet: Chris McQueer

I met Chris McQueer, that boy is a lad

I showed some of his stories to my dad.

His chuckles soon turned to roars of laughter,

I have no doubts McQueer is a master

 

Of dark satire, and the use of Scot’s tongue,

Even in darkness, he retains the fun.

His anecdotal, gifted perception,

Informal tone a common deception.

 

You see he is listening when you talk

Seeing your habits or the way you walk

Using these details he crafts his stories,

Everyday ‘Hings, like Brexit or Tories.

 

So watch as McQueer, rises and turns,

Into a hero, a modern-day Burns.

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