Brexit

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On the twenty third of June, anniversary of my father’s death,

The United Kingdom voted to LEAVE the European Union.

It was a close-run thing:

Fifty two percent to forty eight,

Though over a million votes between.

A result that will go down in the annals of history.

Another vote the pollsters and bookmakers got wrong.

I voted Leave, confidently expecting to Lose!!!

My friends were split in two

As Remainers became ReMOANers!

For I’m now branded a nationalist, bigoted racist

Who has made a massive mistake.

But I insist: Britain has Rejoined the World

And Our Commonwealth.

We are reborn

So sure there will be teething troubles.

We’ll have to learn to walk and talk again.

Cast off your gloom, Remainers!

Rejoice the brand new day.

Britain can be great again

As the dawn chorus resonates around the globe.

Opportunity smiles down on us.

It won’t be easy,

But when ever was it so???

The Phoenix rises,

Unfurling its golden wings…

Paul Butters

© PB 27\6\2016.

Please Do Not Leave Facebook

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Please do not Leave Facebook, my friend,

These storms will soon subside.

ReMOANERS will get used to “Britain Out”.

They’ll grow tired of making you feel

A leper

For voting to jump the sinking Euro ship.

Don’t leave Facebook

For Google will crash,

Bebo and Myspace will return

And the BitPound will plummet.

Latin will become the default internet language

As hackers rule the web.

Be afraid, very afraid.

The consequences of Leaving would be dire.

But if you Stay here

In the bosom of the Facebook Family

You will be safe and secure

And eligible to claim

Your complimentary cuddly toy.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\6\2016.

Poetry's Progress

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Iambic pentameters are quite old

As poetry fashions go now, I must say.

Tetrameters are sharper, yes,

But both are old I must confess.

Make any speech, with force, you’ll surely find

Iambic rhythms: the power of pulse.

Such things are found in common speech for sure.

And lines of ten syllables must endure.

Poetic structures set in stone are not

My way: variety is key I have

To say. Some use of rhyme is okay too.

So how you write, that’s up to you (my friend).

For I prefer to write free verse,

To steer away from doggerel’s curse.

Longer lines are languid, with gravitas.

Short ones clout,

It’s as simple as that.

Paul Butters

(Retitled with stanza added 24\6\16).