From Phil Knight – Neath, West Glamorgan, Wales

Masquerade

I dreamt I saw a masquerade
There was fun, music, games
And then came a great parade
Including all the famous names.

First was President Bush
He had a bible and a bomb
Which exploded with a whoosh
Killing all with aplomb.

Next was our own Tony Blair
His smile was cut marble
And lies crowned his hair.
He was followed by a rabble,

A crowd of turncoats, cowards
And the worst of Europe’s leaders.
Arms dealers acted as stewards
Herding forward these bottom feeders.

Then there was a man of blood
Putin Grozny’s beloved butcher.
TV crews came behind like a flood
The air smelt of death and sulphur.

Then I awoke from my awful slumber
And dreams parted from me like dew.
To avoid nightmares without number
All must protest even me and you.

Carry On Up The Chase 

Let me show you three pictures.  First,
a poster of two hook-nosed women chatting
over a garden fence.  Jackboots are showing
under their skirts and the poster’s declaring:
Esther and Debbie say Keep on Gassing!

No, it’s not true.
It’s not funny, either.
But is it possible?  Didn’t
something happen, somewhere,
in the dim and distant past?

Then there’s this little girl, her face
extremely red, dressed as a cheerleader -
but why the sergeant’s stripes?
She’s smiling, and the poster tells us:
Hoi Sin says Keep Napalming

Of course it isn’t true.
It’s no joke, either.
But is it possible?  Didn’t
something happen, somewhere,
not so long ago?

Lastly, there’s a cameo of a fox,
dressed as a huntsman.
Felix says Keep Hunting!

It’s not impossible – in fact
it’s true.
But funny?

Funny, though, how one thing
leads to another.  I expect
the next small step for mankind will be
a gypsy, jolly in his special constable’s hat:
Tony the Traveller says Keep Moving!