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...and some SIMPLY THRILLING news about a live event

I will be sharing poems of all kinds, along with my Partner-in-Rhyme, David Smith, at Holy Moly open mic this Sunday, 16th November, at The Mole Hole in Gravesend. New territory for us and we are very much looking forward to it. We much prefer in-person communication to this digital version! Details here - please join us if you live near enough.

Meanwhile, something a little topical for today, an update from the original verse scribbled down in 2020/21, which was much more forgiving. We have moved on, have we not?

FEEDBACK 

My Dearest Aunty BBC,
I’ve always paid my licence fee,
So I feel moved to write to you
To give some feedback where it’s due.

I haven’t watched your shows of late,
I used to think your output great,
I relished with a pure delight
The quiz shows on a Monday night.

I used to switch the radio on
First thing, and listen all day long
Until the preaching drove me mad
And comedy turned worse than bad.

You screen old films on my TV –
I love that they are advert-free –
But my brief cheering turns to boos
Whenever I turn on The News.

Your journalists are in brain death,
They tell half-truths with every breath. 
Unquestioning, they read each piece
From governmental press release,

Direct from the official pen
That writes the scripts for Number Ten. 
Impartial? Not the least pretence!
The price? Your own irrelevance.