When will we see the last Copper?
He drank the last cuppa.
Are you sure?
I am not certain.
His train was the last stopper.
So the rest ran all night?
Yes and never stopped.
But where did they start?
Why should I know?
Oh let’s stop.
But the train won’t
I rather gathered that.
It’s hard to enjoy fear and panic
Whilst doing work and love dynamic.
While writing in pentameters iambic.
Feel depressed,it stops behaviour manic
Remember speech is often ironic
And what is wrong with love platonic?
Don’t pretend you’ve never done it.
One day we will meet up in a sonnet
Before our be journey on the comet
Bloody Sunday here we come
Boris Johnsons on the run
The tree seems faraway,it waves goodbye
The solitude of Sunday makes some cry
The sky is yellow and the tree is black
The day unfolds;by joy the world is struck