Charlie Kirk
becomes a far-right martyr
London's fascist rally*
© Rachel Green September 2025
Laddie was the first dog I ever knew
a collie cross my parents got from friends
everything they owned became a toy to chew
including several neighbours at the end.
Although poor, they both worked like the Dickens
to feed and clothe the children that they raised
but because mum was terrified of chickens
they sold off all the livestock they had saved.
The dog often escaped through gaps in hedges
and stole often from the village butcher's shop
and so when not indoors my dad gave pledges
that the dog would be chained up, to thieving stop.
Alas, the dog got free and ran away
or so I thought, until my father's dying day.
© Rachel Green September 2025
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