My dog, my books, a cup of tea –

the universe, my poetry.

Chris, risotto, sticky buns

Bees and flowers, my two sons.

Education, my left leg,

The sun, the sky, scrambled egg.

The Labour party, at least for now,

A speck of dust, a holy cow.

My favourite sock, a biscuit crumb

A lock of hair, my lovely Mum.

Slime mould, grass, a hairy knee,

immigration, celery.

A wink, a laugh, a persistent itch

But never to the idle rich.