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The COVID Recovery Group

I agree with the views of the COVID Recovery Group, as set out in their letter to Prime Minister Boris Johnson, https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1363175/Boris-Johnson-lockdown-rebellion-letter-in-full-Covid-Recovery-Group-covid-rules-evg.

If the reports are correct (and hospitality businesses in tiers 1 and 2 will have to serve a substantial meal along with alcohol), then, I fear that many local pubs which are the bedrock of communities, will fold and society will be poorer for their loss.

I joined the Conservative Party because I believe in individual liberty, and I’m delighted that this group has emerged to champion a less draconian approach to tackling the Corona virus.

There is Comfort in this Tree

There is comfort in this tree,
For it was here before me.
And will stay
When I am clay.
To comfort those who pass
Along this self-same path

A few, perhaps
Gazing at this tree
May remember me.
I laugh,
For a tree
Has no vanity.

The Wicked Gnome

Last night on my way home
I met with a wicked gnome,
Who imprisoned me for hours,
Amidst the most beautiful flowers.
I believe her name is Joan!

A Poem from “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”

The below poem, “Fine Rain”, is 1 of 12 poems by me which appears in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”:

I get wet
By this fine
Rain.
Yet,
I do not regret
For the divine
Is in the rain.

I shall get wet
Again
For when
Death does steal
Me away.
I regret
That I shall no longer feel,
The joy of a rainy day.

(“Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020” can be found here, https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html

A Naughty Young Lady Named Miss Moore

A naughty young lady named Miss Moore
(Who all the dissolute old rakes adore),
Works in a club
Called the Good Rub .
Where they threw me out the door!

I Walked Alone

I walked alone
Through the graveyard.
Then, on reaching home
I pondered on lovers
And the dead.
The graveyard plot
Is cold,
Whilst love is hot.
Yet the dead
And lovers
Both have their bed,
Do they not?

Abstract Art

My friend, whose name is Miss Heart
Is well known for her abstract art.
Her cousin Lou
Lost a shoe.
Now it’s part of Miss Heart’s art