November Poetry Competition.
OK, lets see if I can get this done before I lose my internet connection.
We are well into the season of mellow mists and fruitfulness, so it’s too late for that. There is however considerable disgruntlement about political happenings just about everywhere. In spades here because of the thankfully soon to be over presidential election and elsewhere pertaining to potential acts of northern British secession, attack dog behaviour of ex-pat. Welsh antipodean prime ministers, or even the fare dodging antics of Chancellors.
So how about “A modern Guy Fawkes” any length or scheme (but as always, extra points for rumpy pumpy)
By the time judgement day comes around (no not November 5 or 6, let’s make it November 30) at least we here in the US will be free of the pols. until January, when hopefully a freezing cold Washington inaugural may take out some of the weaklings.