I had been asked to write a poem

For the New Year by Marcus Martin of Macclesfield

I asked him what type of poem would he would like

Fuck It it is your choice Joe write whatever you want

This troubled me as I knew that little would change

Wars would continue as insanely as before in 2 0 2 4

So I decided to write about the two green parrots that I witnessed

Cuddling up against each other as it had softened my tired heart

I wondered what they were so happy and asked the birds why

They soon sent me some photos of a flooded railway tunnel

Which had halted all the fast trains to and from the continent

I could now see why the dreamy parrots were so content

Joe