I have written, and write, verses on different subjects,including politics. Some are satiric and some, I hope, amusing. Feel free to comment.

July 27, 2010

I can’t wait to see number five

Lines of people stretched as far as the eye can see.
What is the attraction, whatever can it be?
Because to get to the prize the crowds are in such a rush
they soon begin to shove and to push.

What it is they expect to bring them so much joy,
must be a most exceptional toy.
So extraordinary for it Steve Jobs will not accept legal tender
making many of us wonder whether he’s on a permanent bender.

So get your credit card ready or you won’t stand a chance
and at the end of the rainbow you will not be given a glance.
Finally, a lucky buyer appears holding the treasure, the latest in its line,
of which its inventor declares there has never been a better design.

He says, if to the rest of the world you would demonstrate your clout,
the iphone number four you cannot do without.
It does more than any other cell phone could possibly do
and whatever movie appeals to you can be squinted at too.

But all you who decide to take a bite of the apple
must prepare yourselves with its peculiar problem to grapple.
For when you hold in your hands the smart little box
the screen disappears like a scared hunted fox.

But don’t worry, Steve has the answer, so before you can dump it
he has promised to give you something with which you can bump it.
Meantime you must excuse me while it’s off to the store I go
to get myself a brand new yo-yo

July 26, 2010

An Upside Down World (Haaretz, Jewish newspaper)

The U.S. maintains a Middle East theocracy
is the region’s one and only democracy.
But can anyone believe reasonable Israelis wish their country harm
when they compare it to Orwell’s animal farm?

In a land where all are meant to be brothers
some are much more equal than the others.
The Haradim cause the Prime Minister´s worst headache
and on them he would like to put a brake.

July 17, 2010

The Best Laid Plans

London. A sunny early July afternoon. The television had said overcast but one of the bright intervals beloved of weathermen had broken through and looked as if it was set to stay. Brian Manners had spent the morning at a job interview and planned to go straight back to his parents’ house in Essex. With the change in the weather, he decided to stay and have lunch in Hyde Park. He bought a piece of sharp Cheddar, a baguette, a half bottle of wine and a couple of apples. Whatever was left of the baguette would be welcomed by the birds or the ducks in the pond.