by Andrew Diamond | Dec 31, 2012 | Poetry
It’s December twenty twelve; The Mayan calendar’s run out. They told us that the world would end, But it appears that we’re still here And nothing very much has changed. We’re still all ruled by greedy men And that is how it’s going to be Until the world’s destroyed...
by Andrew Diamond | Dec 12, 2012 | Poetry
Our products don’t cost much to make But they are very popular And they fulfil a basic need, So they’re sold at a hefty price Which no one can afford to pay Unless they take our credit terms Upon which we charge interest rates Just higher than inflation. And that is...
by Andrew Diamond | Dec 5, 2012 | Poetry
I walked into the pub. They said, “You’re barred.” I said, “That’s right, I’m here for the poetry. The Bard of Ilford’s What they call me. I’ve come for Your Open Mic And written a poem I think you’ll like.” So then I put My poem about. That’s when the Landlord Kicked...
by Andrew Diamond | Nov 12, 2012 | Poetry
On her third birthday They went to Kids’ Corner Where she had her party With food for the kids And a tab in the café So that the adults Could have tea and coffee. One guy was greedy; Had burger and chips. Still, it can’t be helped, Some people are pigs. Just after...
by Andrew Diamond | Oct 5, 2012 | Poetry
The cemetery at Abney Park On Halloween, just after dark, Has witches gathering at its gates Who’ve come to play with all their mates, The spirits rising from the graves. On this night nobody behaves And anybody passing by Who’s gifted with the Evil Eye...
