Tigers v Trump / Poems / By AllisonHill The tiger calmly prowls through the forest,His paws quietly trample the twigs.Those rippling muscles ooze with power,A glance makes it clear: this land is his. Elsewhere, Trump has yet another strop,Feeding his ego with tariffs and wars,As he lurches towards his Best Ever Deal,He hurls insults, lies, and cries of Fake News. A majestic feline or this failing man? I know which of the two I truly respect. Share on FacebookTweetFollow meSave
Credit Crunch Villanelle Poems / By AllisonHill The cause of all our troubles is the global credit crunch, We played FTSE with our fortunes, and now we mourn the mess, We blame…
I.E.D. Poems / By AllisonHill You’re hiding down there in the dust and the dirt, A parcel of Helmand, all primed to deliver, In that split second you burst through…