Topical Acrostic Sonnets

 How Now, Brown Cow?

 How now, brown cow, can you engage a don
 On science or linguistics, or fine art,
 While grazing, if the land your paths crossed on
 No longer is low-rent, and herds depart?
 Old farts who trim the budget just don't get
 What cows bequeath to learning. Wouldn't it
 Behoove them to assess how you abet
 Researchers when your soulful looks permit
 Original world views to flourish, and
 Why thoughtful moos from you to pensive dons
 Nudge progress forward more than cowless land? ...
 Cash cow need not mean beef—beside the swans
 On River Cam, it means inspiring profs
 Who like to ruminate by cattle troughs!

 (First published on 9th December, 2024 in
  Oddball Magazine. Story here)
 It's Just Bananas

 If you're the top banana, watch your back!
 The number two is eyeing up your spot,
 Supporting you, but hoping you'll soon lack
 Job tenure. They are apt to slyly plot
 Unseating you with messages in code:
 Suppose the date implies it's number two
 That's dumping peeled bananas by the road?
 Beestonians look vainly for a clue
 About the purpose of bananas as
 Nocturnal drops, yet what if they convey
 A message that the top banana has
 No skin, that you're exposed? ... Your choice: to weigh
 An instant resignation's merits—or,
 Stay cool: it's just bananas, just ignore!

 (First published in the Spring-Summer 2025 issue of
  Rat's Ass Review. Story here)
  Park Away From Me

  Please, Chimney Sweep, don't park your sooty van
  At my front door when sweeping out my flue:
  Remain as incognito as you can.
  Keep mum about particulates I spew.
  A Brighton Council ad campaign upbraids
  Wood-burning stoves for dirtying clean air,
  And if folks learned I'm burning wood in spades,
  You'd cause embarrassment beyond repair
  For me—I beg you, park away from me ...
  Relax. No sweat. I'll paint my van: the phrase
"Orchestral Coach" will blot out "Sweep" and be
  My cover, this old tuba case conveys
  My tools ... and you must sound this tuba—or,
  Embarrassment may threaten like before!


  (First published in Light on 27th January, 2025 as
  one of the Poems of the Week. Story here)
 Peter Mandelson

 Perhaps I didn't mean to say the prez
 Endangers Earth by spouting reckless views—
 There must be more to what this bully says,
 Endearing him to viewers of Fox News.
 Remarks made then are wrong now, and ill-judged:
 My duty is to grovel on the floor,
 Announcing he's fair-minded, he's begrudged
 No more, and even consequential for
 Diplomacy between our countries. His
 Extraordinary mandate means I must
 Learn fresh respect for MAGA-friendly biz,
 Suck up to him on-air, and earn his trust
 On everything ... till, in my memoirs, I
 Need not deny that Trump's a nutjob guy!

 (First published in Light on 3rd February, 2025 as
  one of the Poems of the Week. Story here)
 Can't Hang On To It

 Chinese economists are poised to stop
 An ageing China going off the rails,
 Not riding trains enough when grey on top
 To spend their savings on them—ticket sales
 Have plummeted. These old folk, with their stash
 And time aplenty, are about to be
 Nudged firmly to expend their hoarded cash
 Glut to restart a stalled economy
 Of travel: charging fees to be agreed,
 New 'silver trains' will pamper golden years
 Through geriatric healthcare at high speed
 On cars that calm all old folks' travel fears ...
 It spends their wealth before they have moved on—
 They can't hang on to it when they are gone!

 (First published in the Summer 2025 issue of
  Road Not Taken. Story here)
 Everyone Must Go!

 Enticing more Australians to buy
 Vacations in New Zealand, as a must
 Experience to have before you die,
 Requires a catchy slogan you can trust
 Your natives not to ridicule and razz
 On-air or otherwise. And yet (it's true!)
 New Zealand's answer to this challenge has
 Epitomized how not to ballyhoo
 Majestic landscapes: "Everyone must go!"
 Unwowed by half a million dollars blown
 So dumbly, Kiwis want the state to know
 The slogan is tone-deaf ... Yet, could its tone
 Get Aussies so intrigued, they long to come
 On over, just to see who'd be so dumb?

 (First published in Light on 24th February, 2025 as
  one of the Poems of the Week. Story here)



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