TRUMP: A POEM

by Leo Yankevich

He was our boy back in '16,

but then he tomahawked Assad.

Now, cucked, we want to vent our spleen

at this man who is just a bawd.

THE LAY OF SIR DUNCELOT

A Spenserian Tribute to the
Making of the Male Feminist

by James Lawrence

In modern times, when all is parody,
And knights and ladies few and far between,
One sighs to see the fall of chivalry
And courtship turned to purposes obscene;
But still the noble sentiment is seen
(Although, reciprocated, maybe not)
In youthful fellows, virginal and green,
Just like the hero of our present plot:
Though Duncan he was born, we’ll call him Duncelot.

POEM: THE LION'S RETURN

In a complex irony avoiding exercise, Colin Liddell reads his poem of British resilience and reviving nationalism.

The Lion's Return

The Lion’s been missing these many long years

In his absence the country has sunk to its knees

Its people, once proud, are brought down so low

by false-hearted villains who don’t seem to know

that Britain is great by its culture and race

not the influx of strangers and their dissonant ways

that have nothing to do with our land and our soil

the nation we built with our blood and our toil

and defended so bravely for a thousand years straight

This is the reason that Britain's called "Great"

The Lion’s been gone since the war that was fought

to save humankind from Hitler’s onslaught

He fought then so bravely and his power and roar

saved the whole world in that terrible war

But wounded in battle he soon disappeared

and no-one has seen him these many long years

In his absence the country has gone to the dogs

forgotten its pride, lost faith in its gods

The Lion himself is now held in great scorn

by those whom he saved before they were born

It's said that the Lion, he died long ago

But if that be the truth then why can’t they show

the bones of the beast, his claws and his teeth?

The death of the Lion's not a thing to believe!

Missing he may be, but rumors run rife

that the great beast’s been heard far off in the night

and some say his paw prints were recently seen

in the cities of Britain and its fields still so green

The fools who have ruled us, the people will spurn

and the Lion, revenged, to his den will return

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POEM: THE LION'S RETURN

by Colin Liddell

The Lion’s been missing these many long years

In his absence the country has sunk to its knees

Its people, once proud, are brought down so low

by false-hearted villains who don’t seem to know

that Britain is great by its culture and race

not the influx of strangers and their dissonant ways

that have nothing to do with our land and our soil

the nation we built with our blood and our toil

and defended so bravely for a thousand years straight

This is the reason that Britain's called "Great"

POEM: DO NOT SHED TEARS FOR THE DROWNED BOYS

by Leo Yankevich

Do not shed tears for the drowned boys
like flotsam on the Turkish shores.
Free from their fathers’ stupidity,
their wings bear the Trojan horse
to the ruins of antiquity
and to the altruistic Norse.