Glenn Hubbard – 1 poem



Shit. Not again!

We had the, whatchamacallit, referendum.

And we voted to quit.

Now the pound might take a hit.

And there’s the rate of whatsit, growth.

But that’s democracy, innit?

Seems there has to be a limit with so many claiming.

So Bob says, … though he’s a halfwit, to be honest.

Dunno if that bloke from Latvia nextdoor is the culprit, really.

OK, I’ve seen him doing a bit of illegal pike fishing some nights off the bridge.

But I have to admit…

He does do a very funny impersonation of that bird, you know, the peewit.

Can’t wonder at it really, time he spends out in those fields.

Plus all the other stuff he does – comes home covered in chickenshit some nights.

Not sure that most of what he does is legit.

Probably some cowboy outfit.

Making a huge profit and paying them buttons.

Must be bloody fit, though – walking all those miles to work.

Saw him the other day on the road out past the gravel pit – soaked to the skin.

Should’ve stopped, bugger the upholstery – selfish git!

Think there might be six or seven of them sleeping in that bedsit.

Poor bastards.





Glenn Hubbard has been writing poetry since 2012 and has had a number of poems published in magazines and ezines, includingBindweed! Recently he has been spending a lot of time listening to recordings of Basil Bunting.

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at

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