Halloween is cancelled Sad to say it’s true But let’s review the reasons why It’s what we’ve had to do We can’t play apple bobbing Or related fruit based tortures There’s no one here to pick them So they’re rotting in the orchards And wearing scary make up In whose horrors you could bask Isn’t so effective When you have to add your mask We can’t go trick or treating Round our tired disheveled streets The increase in inflation means We can’t afford the treats So how about a simple step An interim reprieve That might just make things better When it’s next All Hallows’ Eve I know just what I’d like to do To polish up my armour I’d think it quite a treat to go And deselect Kier Starmer. And then I’d get my Kirk mask And drive to number ten And go all Michael Myers On our unworthy pm
sunak
Let’s Start Again – a Poem by the Sixty Second Scribe
And so a Coronation For the man to lead our nation He’s selected, not elected And so mandate he has none. Two hundred and nineteen voices spoke A vile and unrepresentative joke It’s proof that our democracy is broke And so mandate he has none And were the members to be polled Sunak wouldn’t have taken gold They had to make the others fold And so mandate he has none But before Sunak can do his thing He has to go and meet the king He’s inherited, not elected And so mandate he has none. It’s time - the mountain must be scaled Tear it all down - it’s sadly failed Till a worthy constitution’s unveiled And democracy has begun
Decaying Ever, Ever On – a Poem by The Sixty Second Scribe
The pm claims integrity Then appoints the one who’d happily See refugees drown out at sea And our decay goes ever, ever on Sacked just days ago for breaks To ministerial code, he shakes his head, defends, ignores the stakes And our decay goes ever, ever on One who dreams of deportation Shames this once proud welcoming nation Stoking national stagnation And our decay goes ever, ever on Claims that lessons have been learnt Clearly lies - more bridges burnt Positions bought but never earned And our decay goes ever, ever on That he lied’s already clear Which marks him out as Johnson’s peer And leaves an atmosphere of fear As our decay goes ever, ever on