Blowing one's own Trumpet

 

http://culturematters.org.uk/index.php/arts/poetry/item/4122-the-shouting-tories

In all my years of writing bad poetry and doggerel, never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would be one of the 5 winners in an Award Anthology but that is exactly what has happened and I was stopped by police (for this is a police state) running so fast to the Building Society to pay the cheque for £100.00 in. 

"Excuse me Sir, but we do not think that a man of your age, girth, hairstyle and kidneys should be exhibitioning themselves in such a manner on his Majesty's pavements". 

"But you don't understand officer, I have won a poetry prize" 

"Oh in that case, off you jolly well toddle then Speedy Gonzalez!"

The fact that the prize was awarded by BACS Transfer is neither here nor there when I waived my artistic licence at the officers. So it came to pass that a bad poet and doggerel writer transformed over night into a punchy political poetry operator with a bit of cash in his back pocket. 

I'll give you a clue as to what the poem is about. The kernel of it is actually contained in this blog post 

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2022/10/bemoaning-state-of-high-street.html

And that is all I can tell you because Poetry Anthologies need to be sold.

One thing is for sure, the sentiments expressed in this poem have finally come true!