Sonnets from Bad Idea: overdubs of Michael Drayton’s 1619 sequence Idea
My fair, if you but register to vote, it
may speak volumes at the election.
There won’t be a second referendum now –
except in Scotland, or in the North.
Booster Bo, turbocharged with active verbs, hoists
Manx kippers, kicks Welsh chicken, across
performative scripts for his ‘Awesome Foursome’.
(Move Heaven, Earth, for revocation!)
Quarter my brain, see what I see: the sore rump
of Britain as a Gruesome Twosome,
sacrifice of countries already othered:
nationhood unthreads ethnicity.
Governance of Earth where our two bodies melt
in global heatwave registers now.
When like a dogger I found my love,
fingered through the open car window,
upon the bonnet I spread her out
to prove if she’d still be in demand
after Brexit. No sooner did blokes
in wormy delight unthread their threads,
show that this is our true National Sport,
voted boss by the brave mounting brood.
And when the spumes of sweet desire filled
the air, and Go’s grove lay moist beneath
the spunky Brits, I proved that even
a no-deal leaves no-end of supply!
Thus far from my non-exclusive breast
her breasts bounce in self-sufficient flight.
Illustration: Atlanta Wiggs