Poetry

Winston

I heard they grew Winston Churchill

in a Petri dish,

from stem cells and DNA.

Identical, or so they said.

He lives in Wapping,

dabbles in fine art and fishponds

– a bricklayer by trade.

It’s all very hush-hush,

a big disappointment.

He’s just not the same, you see,

without the war.

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