2016 The year was the wildest of rides, UK people took sides. The referendum left all dumfounded. Brexiters’ promises abounded In the US, Trump burst onto the scene. As a candidate, he was most obscene. The system’s so sick Instead of giving him a kick, they elected the prick And Hillary was confounded. For the poor people suffering from war, Instead of less they got more. Nothing was resolved. But governments were absolved, By the spooks,

Poetry is difficult. Like many, I am awestruck by the likes of Shakespeare, Auden, Tennyson, Wilfred Owen and Dylan Thomas, just to mention those that spring to mind. Some like Kipling are frowned on as unsuitable for modern times. Tosh! So called 'blank verse' often seems to be an excuse for those who cannot be bothered to write prose properly. For me, combining meter, rhythm and rhyme seems impossible. A Bill Dark doom-filled favorite poem is 'This be the verse' by Philip