He chose his words carefully.
Each one a gun, a grenade or a knife.
Beneath the rattle and stutter,
the swagger and bluster,
lay a bruise, an assault, and a life.
He chose his words carefully.
Each one a gun, a grenade or a knife.
Beneath the rattle and stutter,
the swagger and bluster,
lay a bruise, an assault, and a life.
Brian Bilston 
Hello Brian
I first heard about you from my big sister (6years my senior, now in her 80’s) who told me that she chatted to the people next to her at your reading in Malvern, and guess what it was your mum and dad. I now have your book, which inspired me, a retired agricultural engineer, to come up with this. If it is worth it, and you feel it can be improved, or if you can use it, feel free.
THINGS COME IN THREES
In modern times things come in threes
So for amateur poets like me it is a breeze
First we had Boris Yeltsin, head of the USSR
Then there was Boris Becker who was a tennis star
Now, Boris Johnson thinks he is the UK Tzar
In Ireland it is “T” when we say “TH”, take my word
And some would say I am being absurd
That they are not being rude, or so I have heard
When they (and many more of us ) call him Boris the third.
Ha ha! Thanks very much for sharing this with me, David. Very enjoyable.
One of your best yet! Bravo for continuing to be a voice of truth and clarity in muddy and chaotic times.
Thank you, Lisa. What a kind thing to say.