ACROSTIC PRIME-MINISTERIAL PUPPETEER

ACROSTIC PRIME-MINISTERIAL PUPPETEER

A Poem by Peter Rogerson
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One word for a man...

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ACROSTIC PRIME-MINISTERIAL PUPPETEER


Down where the trolls live

On the grounds of number ten

Mixing truth and lies together

In a cauldron fresh from hell

Necromancer Boris

In psychedelic shorts

Calls numbers in their billions


Curdling a virus bingo game,

Until the call of HOUSE is screeched

“My card has all the numbers,

My heart knows I have won,

I’m king of all creation

Now, and Kingdom come!”

Girls came to slap his thighs,

Stuck needles in his eyes


Left tall tales in the big house

In lies that scorned at truth

And with a joyous flourish

Raced off to kin up north...


© Peter Rogerson 01.06.20


© 2020 Peter Rogerson


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Added on June 1, 2020
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Peter Rogerson
Peter Rogerson

Forest Town, Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom



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I am 76 years old, but as a single dad with four children that I had sole responsibility for I found myself driving insanity away by writing. At first it was short stories (all lost now, unfortunately.. more..

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