Edwin Hopper Poems
|42.||The Midnight Gravel Train||2/13/2016|
|46.||May Day. Dawn Chorus In Spring||2/16/2016|
|47.||The New God||2/16/2016|
|50.||Reading Philip Larkin||2/16/2016|
|53.||Data Loader Blues||6/30/2016|
|54.||The Queen Wants Brexit||5/7/2017|
|55.||Novichok In Salisbury||4/12/2018|
Comments about Edwin Hopper
Course I hate this damned EU.
It's time we had our Waterloo.
Stand beside the union jack,
and fight to take our country back.
We'll have brand new Morris Minors,
not computers made in China.
And what good was science fact?
We have to get out country back.
Eat old fashioned beans on toast,
in damp cafés on our coast.
No foreign micro wavy snacks.
I want to have my country back.
Watch cricket teams on village greens,
with good hard clouts for noisy teens.
Moral fibre's what they lack!
We need to have ...
I swapped mad jokes with a one legged beggar,
A fundi, who taught me the bawo rules.
My mother dragged me off. “Don’t be so vulgar.
No more Kandodo car park. Boarding schools! ”
Then on holidays I’d smile and give him cash.
“I want gin Bwana. Kachasu. Eh! , inu! ”
Embarrassing. So... “Sorry I must dash”.
Then I was rich and on Victoria Avenue.