All that glitters is not gold Shall we settle for platinum or diamonds In the metoo woke world of nowadays I imagine wolf-skinnedĀ lawyers hunting in packs Fifty years from now when embers will have all died Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Now that the party is over, except at Number Ten What are the little helpers going to do until next year Will they be dipped in brine andĀ locked in the larder Until the good old Saint Nicholas shall bring sacks of gold To buy them out of their unbecoming fate Perhaps this is what […]