Manchester Poets in Clerihew Form

Manchester Poets in Clerihew Form

(a few, anyway)

John Darwin
Thinks it’s a sin
Not to buy a drink at last orders
But that’s okay, his poems break borders

Eve Ginsberg
Queer Jewish I’ve heard
With Baruch and Amein
She sets a fine scene

Dominic Berry
Heart as bright as a cherry
Has taught us how to use
Beetroot juice

Keri-Ann Moriarty
Loves a good party
She won’t need the bus
When she’s a weaponized octopus

Dave Morgan
Doesn’t make foregone
Conclusions about the birds
He prefers to observe

Gerry Potter
As slick as an otter
Didn’t feel he needed to hide
When Margaret Thatcher died

Rosie Garland
Had a fine hand
At being a lesbian vampire queen
But she’s too lovely to be really mean

Richard Easton
Doesn’t like to feast on
Kale
But he doesn’t mind Adam’s Ale.

Helen Shenton
Is thoroughly bent on
Exorcising the past
And making a future that lasts

Ali Dav
Lets us have
A taste of Ryebank Fields
When her boots are on her heels.

Tony Curry
Doesn’t worry
If his poems are a bit long
He’ll make them into songs

Louise Fazackerley
Ate something crack-er-ly
Licked the salt from her fingers
And wrote some dead ringers

Tony Potts
Has got the hots
For living a good life
Without any strife

Joy France
Doesn’t dance
She battles rapper boys
And makes them look like broken toys

Kieran King
Has such a thing
About Salford Town
Even its bigots won’t bring him down

 

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