A Sonnet: Brexit

It’s about time. We have waited ages, For five hundred and eighty-five pages. We waited for answers to help explain, Why we are leaving, instead of remain.   The Conservative manipulation, Two years waiting for clarification Beyond, “Brexit means Brexit” on repeat That stale rhetoric our countries defeat.   “The People have spoken” but now …

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A 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, …

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