Prince in Blue Genes
"Prince Charles Fears Genetic Disaster"
(Daily Mail, 17th May 2000)
We read in the paper Prince Charles is dismayed
by science and scientists wrecking the place.
"A bloomin' international disgrace"
he said, then knelt down and prayed.
It's something to do with the way that genetics
are tinkered with, reproducing some freak
reproduction whose nature and chin are too weak
to understand human aesthetics.
One look at his family's history's enough
to tell that a simple genetic disaster
occurred when Queen Vic was spliced by her master,
Prince Albert, all proud, in the buff.
And thus Charlie's mum and Philip the Greek
are both blood relations of Vicky and Bert,
whose seed is widespread among the inert
royal families of Europe's shit creek.
Poor Charles, self deluded, sounds almost ironic
as he preaches on genes and how they morphose.
He is, in his pomp, like a king with no clothes.
We'd cry if it wasn't so comic.
Month: Jul 2020
Insane Sonnets
Second Hand Shoes After I've sat and mused awhile on things I might have seen or missed or places that I might have been or those I could or not resist, I slowly bend to pull the laces intertwining with my shoes, that have not and have been places on some ambling country cruise. At times I've caught myself amused to think they, sometime in the past, clung to someone else's feet treading down a distant street. And, knowing I'll not be the last, take care to see they're not abused. It's Not Unknown It's not unknown for one to see a deer stopped in it's tracks or sight a gasping bumble bee making sneak attacks on brightly coloured pantaloons drying in the breeze on hot and sunny afternoons just right for outdoor teas. And it is quite astonishing to what lengths we will go to shoot the deer and swat the bee and raze the pastures low. We say the urging comes from lust to equalise this dust, with dust.
Poems, Polemicks and Licks 