Poem of the Week

 

The Other Guy

By Judith Bryers Holloway

‘There is a Guy –

Not Fawkes…but who?

I can’t recall…

Help me, please, can you?

 

He’s a country boy.

He wears a grin

To show he’s rather kindly,

Deep inside his skin.

 

Farmer he is, born and bred.

As he knows from days of old,

Owning land and houses

Is what gathers in the gold.

 

Hey, there’s no property “crisis”, mate!

Buying up is super fun.

A “boom” is what this means to me;

I myself own twenty-one.’