When the Dogs Bite

Monday, 8 December 2025

8th December 2025

Early journey

navigating the airport

French Connection

How doth thou face thine own anxiety

when faced with heinous provocation

by these Mancunian security

on the border of an island nation.

For lo! Thy suitcase travels through machines

triggers an internal X-ray screen alarm

and sends the personnel to race like queens

around what might be hidden deep within.

A weapon of illegal posing threat

secreted to cause a airline hijack try

or smuggled drugs to aid in crime or yet

an animal with which to cross a border try?

But no, 'tis just thy massive plastic cocks

packed with care within thy pants and socks.

Sunday, 7 December 2025

7th December 2025

meditation workshop

we arrive an hour late

extra stress

On the Collapse of Democracy

thy decades-long support of Labour's red

hath been betrayed by Starmer's right-wing lean

no longer will they stand by what they said

election's pledge is nowhere to be seen.

In caving to the richest bitch on earth

they pave the way for fascist trains of thought

decided that thy gender's fixed at birth

as Bible said and all the men-folk taught.

The Labour Women's Conference has ruled

transwomen be excluded from the gig

and while in power, no critiques of Jews:

Palestinian protestors in the brig.

Thou thought the People's Party would be grand

but old caucasian paedophiles still stand.

Saturday, 6 December 2025

6th December 2025

elbow pain

fading slowly away

jui-jitsu skills

On the Feeding of Beloved Canines

When thou goes to feed the doglets kindly heed

these instructions one doth carefully outlay

for thou then know how best it is to feed

these hunger-driven pooches every day.

A morning feed comes well before their walk

their little tummies need two hours to settle

then evening feed when day has come to dark

but they wilt surely adjust to thy schedule.

A mug of biscuits split between the pair

a quarter to the Widget is her need

then Cookster will receive the greater share

then add to each a sachet of meat feed.

And if thou canst but face it add a dash

of salmon oil to each their morning mash.

Friday, 5 December 2025

5th November 2025

upcoming short trip

promotes rising anxiety

abandoned dogs

On the Confession of a Priest

Why when thou promotes an aging priest

to Bishop of the Church of Wales dost thou

keep secreted his paedophilic past

until eleven years have passed; and how

many more amongst thy cleric ranks

hold dirty secrets from the hands of law

the salting of donated gifts in banks

and perversions of thy Holy Writ before.

Thou claims that Tony Pierce an isolated case

forgiven by the Lord Above because

thy victim, at fifteen, had such a face

to melt an old man's heart and milk his juzz.

And though the victim's mum had lodged complaints

there was no chance the church would risk those taints.

Priest admitted to assaulting boy

Wednesday, 3 December 2025

4th December 2025

freshly washed hair

never felt so satisfying

fractured elbow

On the Jumbling of Thoughts.

Hast thou ever noticed such a thinkful flaw

to forget that what thou just set out to do

be juxtaposed with other thoughts before

what thou thought more important to pursue.

An example can be counted on this morn

while viewing YouTube shorts about AI

and how they're trained on nasty porn

and already think that humans have to die.

Thou paused the little game upon thy phone

and saved the doc from PC number two

to refill thy cup within thy kitchen zone

and realise thou needs to use the loo.

But the laundry needs to dry, used plates are piling high

there's an apple there to try; thy bladder starts to cry.

3rd December 2025

russet apples

a taste of childhood

dad's old tree

On An Influential Childhood Friend

Didst thou get into mischief as a child;

or wert thou already rotten to the core?

parental blame was shared while thou ran wild

and stole what was not nailed down before.

Thy father died whilst thou wert still unweaned

thy mother older than the matron's pack

But what little of thy history was gleaned

had naught to do with empathy thou lack.

Thy mother's house a treasure trove of yore

filled with junk gleaned from the town without

and glittered well with trinkets from the store

that “fell” into thy pockets without doubt.

The local bobby knew thy talent deft

recovered from thy garage all thy theft.

Tuesday, 2 December 2025

2nd December 2025

aging population

raised to a children's joke

my pension age

On Starting (Yet) Another Project

A minor effort to improve thyself

from the lazy basement gamer which thou art

attached to tasks which take the time to delve

into such productivity and start

upon another novel where you lay

part of the history to scrutinise

and as thou write, thou can at last to pay

the toll of making social compromise.

And in addition, might one put forth word

to make a piece of art, however small,

to bring the faintest smile to those who heard

the siren song which certain demons call.

But alas! This I can prophesise:

Thou preferest idleness to being wise.