Category John Skelton

Parrot’s in his Tower – and That’s All, Folks

This stanza was written on the day after Mr Johnson’s election victory on December 12th, 2019. It will be the last stanza of “Parrot Addenda,” rounding off this series of 164 stanzas. It does not mean the Brexit story is… Continue reading Parrot's in his Tower - and That's All, Folks

The Casting of the Parrot’s Vote

And this piece was written on election night, a second night of pause and waiting, with the chill moon again prominent and beautiful overhead. We walked home after casting our votes, our act tiny power, our tiny power of action. We had done what we could, and put our very… Continue reading The Casting of the Parrot's Vote

The Parrot Looks Up at the Moon

I wrote this stanza the night before the UK General Election on December 12th. In my part of the country, the moon was very clear that cold December night, and had been for several nights. If not full, then very nearly so.

The electorate had a profoundly disheartening choice and a… Continue reading The Parrot Looks Up at the Moon

UK Election – Parrot Prognosis

Thinking of the election due later this coming week, and of the likeliest result, I fear for the parrot. “He speaks all languages aptly,” wrote Skelton, implying that the parrot hears everything and can keep nothing out. So what will be swirling about in his brain by Friday morning ?… Continue reading UK Election - Parrot Prognosis

The Toad Negotiates with the Underworld

This week Mr Trump (“the American Minotaur”) was in the UK for a meeting of NATO leaders. Then he got the hump because people were laughing at him and he left early.

Not long ago, Mr Johnson (“The Toad”) did a Putin with a… Continue reading The Toad Negotiates with the Underworld

The Parrot Seeks Respite from the Flood

Last week “Prime Minister” Johnson tried to take political advantage of the terrorist attack in London. This despite the appeals of the father of one of the victims, expressly not to do so. But how could Mr Johnson resist ? He’d lose one vote, no doubt, but might well have… Continue reading The Parrot Seeks Respite from the Flood

The Toad Goes Hunting for Votes

Toad’s progress around the country this election is always, of course, more a search for images which might benefit him, than a chance for real encounters with real people.

And, to date,  that search has come up with some striking images, which would appear to be considered appealing to us. There… Continue reading The Toad Goes Hunting for Votes

A Toad Delivers the Tory Manifesto

The Parrot is tiring overhead. He lacks the staying power of the swift and a Bird of Paradise needs a foothold on the Earth. But now he’s heard the UK Prime Minister announce the Tory manifesto for the UK’s immediate future, having first “got Brexit done.”… Continue reading A Toad Delivers the Tory Manifesto

The Parrot Overflies the Flood

The stanza was written a day after we had heard from some pollsters that the Tories had increased their lead, with just three weeks to go before the General Election. And this was the day on which Mr Toad was about to launch the Tory manifesto. And there was… Continue reading The Parrot Overflies the Flood

At Last the Toad Reveals Himself

The other night, in Sheffield, there was a BBC Question-Time session, in which the audience was able to question four UK political leaders in turn, only one of whom is a worthy leader, the one not eligible to be the Prime Minister. Nicola Sturgeon’s presence there was puzzling but useful… Continue reading At Last the Toad Reveals Himself

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