for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 293 (B)

BOLD-BOADICEA-SUNSET-SONG
She was a warrior queen
way back in Albion.
She was a raging storm
and like the Greeks' Amazon,
vengeance would be hers
for what the enemy had done.

She rose on up
like the golden sun
and came down on them
in her flames of crimson.
Yes she rose on up
like a goddess become.

Hell had not the fury.
No devil was so horned.
They had raped her daughters,
whipped and left her torn.
She was death to the Romans,
an Arthur in female form.

HISTORICAL BRITISH
DIVISIONS
Religious division,
then political division.
From the flames of Notre Dame
has the phoenix arisen ?

A rebirth or a renewal,
no more an EU bride
our country Britannia
came the Christmastide ?

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 293 (A)

CARS AND CARRIAGES AND
A WATER-CARRIER
Should cars drop from the sky
while on the roads we keep an eye,
will they fall like a bomb
killing the occupants and the ones
who haven't eyes atop their heads,
those in houses, and in their beds ?

Do we want to see many flying cars
block out the sun and the stars
as if pollution via our city-lights
does not block out our starry nights ?
Well yes, it is true, there are some do,
this may be the future for me and you.

But then we have to move along.
I live in tomorrow, I'm an Aquarian !

A PARTY PIECE
A Champagne Socialist
is the party's host.
To the novelist George Orwell
he lifts his glass in toast.
But he then falls over
as if pushed by Orwell's ghost.
Some are more equal than others.
Some do better than most.

A BURDENED BEAST
Yes the overtaxed workhorse.
It's Orwell's Animal Farm
tells us Caviar Communists
take the house, the rest the barn.

INSECT COLLECTIVES (AND
UPWARD) ARE NOT FOR ME
"Set me, set me,
set me free.
Give me, give me,
individuality,
the uniform
is not for me,"
sang a worker-ant
and worker-bee.
But hill and hive
their destiny.