Category Archives: Badgers

Laying traps for badgers

An ancestral home Where wonderment And countryside expertise Generates a home of homes Where brocks can carefully ease Their bodies Through dug tunnels In sandy soil or clay On slopes or hillsides Close to woodland To find some peace and … Continue reading

Murdering badgers on the basis of lies

The mirage of deceptiveness Spreads across our land And clearly makes a mockery That some cant understand The hunter and the hounds Who now illegally still ply The countryside spread the TB As some wild foxes die There is a … Continue reading

Bruins ruin

Huntsmen give the impression they are snooty Such nobility always on the right side Of the law full on integrity Its their sense of honour Being top knotch but we know Anyone caught hunting foxes Is in my book really … Continue reading

Leaving rollrights 5/11 driving back to berkhamsted

Before the full moon came to be The darkness was intense The unilluminated roads Really made no sense Turning into the little lane To meet the Oxford road I realised the stygian gloom Was not in the highway code Driving … Continue reading

Badgers are not as bad as they are made out to be

Science and the public Know a thing or two Farmers on the other hand Are not altogether true 15,000 badgers have been Murdered in the field And this year the figures are growing So on more lies they now build … Continue reading

Brock

Rumbling tumbling cows that go bumbling Herds of them critters that dwell on the grass The existence of Brocks indestructible flocks Nocturnal beings in a different class Well-grounded physical genuine ferals Culled for no purpose but hearsay I fear Pasture … Continue reading

The forest of angels

Behold the timeless forest Great drama we may see The players clad in their own skins Coming out to be Themselves among the sentinels The dancing spirits who Shake their leaves like tambourines To the beat thats often true There … Continue reading

They say its a miracle whatever that is

A blackout curtain was all young Jack Was ever able to see Nothing else was evident Such totality Behind his home was a forest And from his home a path Smelling the different smells he could And hearing his great … Continue reading

Waitrose

A subtle swish of horror On a yuletide canvas where A joyful picture is unrolled For all of us to share A father in the garden Erecting the trampoline not without some difficulty But we see the coming scene Whereupon … Continue reading

Channelled via the BADGERS

The set of our horror tale Comes from the wild From the counties of England All so called self styled Places of honour Of privilege for The wild folk who live and abound In the raw In the damp Demostration … Continue reading