We’re falling over the edge—-Weird selling  our bridge
I love beef stew——-On a canoe?
Where is the exit?…….Noone can fix it.
What is the time? ……Drop me a line
I hate the theatre————Prefer a concerto
Rabbits look gentle….. Bob  is my uncle
What is  infinity?…….Don’t be so pernickety
What is an infinitesmal………..That is too small and dismal
I read a  novel…..What, in your hovel?
I borrowed the book….Sorrow  rebukes
Where is my lover?……Care makes men hover
I want to draw cats……What if they’re flat?
My duty is done…Salons are fun
Brexit means death…..The exit’s a path
The white cliffs of Dover………don’t cite the weaver
England is horrible………….Finland  is charitable

Remarkable is how the celandine  glows so yellow
Under the  old apple tree, while it’s still winter
And remarkable is how the world is continues
Its green springness despite our  violence
Except for France and the old battlefields
Men trodden into mud like worthesss old coats
And the poppies weeping red  across the green
And the ghosts standing at the edge
The shadows of dawn
Oh,Europe, do you not weep for them
And the citizens of Stalingrad
They died for us.

Did we think the War was over?
And how the starved Jews wandered homeless
If they had survived at all
Remarkable  is our ignoring the time to come
The shadows of these wars and genocides
The gay men thought evil.Alan Turing?

Ironical is the  blindness of the leaders
Giving no thought except they had “won”
We lost the Empire .Say it again
We lost the Empire, we can’t go back.
Britain is just a little island.
We can’t have “things as they were”
It was the rich who won
The eye of the needle is no larger
But the path is broad.