Your
bad blood
Bleeds
red
Just like everyone
Else's

Ten little ducklings,
furry and new.
Huddling together shielding themselves from your view.
Mother Hen protectively stands nearby.
Watching you closely with her eagle eye.
Father the Drake full of colour
stands a little to the side, but don't be fooled be certain; he's a fighter not a lover.
If you threaten he will chase you away.
Survival the name of the game.

VE DAY
75 years
gone by
Feeling
thankful
to be
alive

Today
We fight
A
different
war

The enemy
Hidden
To the naked eye
On our streets
Secretly
Passing
Us by

Then
As now
We
Fought
For freedom

Then
As now
The cost
Too many lives

Then
We fought
With guns
And bombs
Now we fight
With love and care

Then
called up to do our bit
Tending vegetables
To feed the nation
Now
The race is on
To find a vaccination

75 years
Gone by
But still
Giving thanks
To be alive

Lady Jane, oh so young.
A life taken, a beautiful lady hung.

A Queen of just nine days.
Not long enough to bestow upon us her humanist ways.

Arrested and taken to the Tower.
By men and Lords of means and power.

Convicted of high treason.
Found guilty, religion given as the reason.

Sentenced to death, just seventeen.
The untimely death of the Nine Day Queen.

There was a young man from West Heath
Who was exceptionally bad at cleaning his teeth
When he opened his mouth
People ran South
From that smelly young man of West Heath