Category The Lie

The Parrot Notes a Toad on the Hop

This stanza was written last night after I read that Mr Toad was about to head off to meet Mrs Merkel and Mr Macron, etc. And Mr Toad is going to tell them that the Irish back stop was “undemocratic” etc.

But today it turns out that there has also… Continue reading The Parrot Notes a Toad on the Hop

The Parrot Notes Mr Toad Grown Larger

Today, UK Law seems to have decided that it is not a penal offence for an accountable holder of public office, such as a member of parliament, to lie to or otherwise seek to mislead, a sovereign people. This despite the fact that all members of parliament have sworn an… Continue reading The Parrot Notes Mr Toad Grown Larger

The New Berserkers Take the Stage

Mr Toad and Mr Cummings having been making an impression. The “Remainers” are still stuttering and split. Can it get worse ?  It can. Mr Toad’s cunning plan has been to come out as a puffed up war lord, using his cabinet as his own personal commando unit. They wear… Continue reading The New Berserkers Take the Stage

The Parrot on Sanctuary

This piece looks back to when John Skelton wrote his poem “Speak, Parrot” in the sixteenth century. All these rhyme royal stanzas about Brexit I’m writing, refer to that poem, in one way or another. It is supposed that Skelton wrote it in the precincts of Westminster, where the medieval… Continue reading The Parrot on Sanctuary

Mr Toad Leapfrogs the Stars

Since his accession, Mr Johnson had been upping the ante with regard to a “No Deal Brexit” and spraying money here in there, as if Austerity had never existed.

But where was all that Tory money coming from, with our economy tanking ? What about these many years of austerity… Continue reading Mr Toad Leapfrogs the Stars

The Parrot Studies the Human Brain

This stanza was written just minutes before it was announced that Mr B. Johnson, sacked twice in the past for being a liar, had just become Prime Minister of the UK. He had been elected to that position, not by the country, but by members of the Tory Party, some… Continue reading The Parrot Studies the Human Brain

The Parrot Keeps Asking

On the day this piece was written the nation was waiting to find out which of the two rival (Tory) candidates was about to take control of our nation, Hunt or Johnson. Both were hollow men, diddy men. Johnson was widely expected to get it, so no great surprise was… Continue reading The Parrot Keeps Asking

The Caged Parrot Watches the Demons Dance

This piece returns to a preoccupation of my own, concerning language. What is the point of writing, the point of taking a  position and then articulating it ?

And of course that leads to the question, why keep writing these stanzas, these mere words amid all the bizarre and frantic… Continue reading The Caged Parrot Watches the Demons Dance

The Parrot Glimpses Mr Toad

It continues to look certain that our new Prime Minister will be a toad. In saying that, I am thinking partly of Mr Toad of “Wind in the Willows.” I am also mindful that the UK ambassador in Washington, Mr Kim Darroch, has just resigned, due to being betrayed… Continue reading The Parrot Glimpses Mr Toad

The Parrot Returns to Talk of False Gods

When I wrote this, Boris Johnson was entertaining the nation with the question of when a certain photograph was taken. It claimed to show that the nation’s prospective Prime Minister had now made up with his girl-friend after their row. It was therefore safe to vote for him. He was… Continue reading The Parrot Returns to Talk of False Gods

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