a sixty fourth new poem ... 'wine tasting'

Wendy went wine

Tasting, Tuesday night,

Threw back five

Glasses of red,

Snouted six of

White; Wednesday

Woke up

Face down in a

Bowl of Cheerios

With the sad, mumbled
Morning light.

a sixty third new poem ... 'second practice'

Hamilton put down an ‘office copy’

Of FHM, thumbed his TV-sized

Mobile telephone for Twitter updates,

Pictures of gangsta mates

Playing GTA, Call of Duty, perused online
Beauty tips from Top Shop for men and then,

Feeling his sweet tooth,

Fumbled in the pockets of his

Nomex safety clothing for loose

Change and went to find Mercedes’

Chief Race Engineer or a steward to

Operate the paddock vending machines

And procure a can of brand

-ed  fizzy-pop, perhaps a packet of
Pringles, all the time tugging
At his fugging
Diamond-studded ear-ring,
Hearing engine noises and
The shrill tones of his zoned
Out wife.

a sixty second new poem ... 'leberwurst'

Merkel frowned darkly

When the cheese trolley

Was wheeled beside where

She sat and kept her shrivelled

Hands severely in her liver-
spotted lap. FFS,

THERE WAS NO MORE

LEBERWURST!!

a sixty first new poem ... 'vegetarian BBQ'

Stalin ate like

An absolute savage,

Stuffing spuds and BBQ'd

Broccoli down his

Wobbly gullet, burping

Like a horse in between

Mouthfuls – or so

Adolf thought as he

Chumbled wetly on

A salad leaf.

a sixtieth new poem... 'shame'

After publicly disowning Ben

As well as the
Flower Pot Men,

Bill sank deep into a

Compost of shame –

The root cause of course

Was vainglory and
Fame, fatal fame.

a fifty ninth new poem ... 'tiger'

Tiger’s tee shot

Ended up somewhere off

Interstate 70, so

He removed his shoes

And walked barefoot into

The desert.

Ken Brown, meanwhile,

Had already hired a

Reconnaissance plane.

a fifty eighth new poem ... 'boycott'

Geoffrey walked to

The wicket with a

Yorkshire pudding on

His head, batting pads

Made from butcher’s

Sausages and a stick of

Rhubarb under his arm.