RIGID

RIGID

when British satire
became
  (Oh, what’s the kerfuffle?)
self-
    satire
  (losing its old
job description)

and British comedy got
its priorities straight
putting its foot
             right up its
mouth

when Goon and Python hilarity
cowed in the shadows
onset
     of Orwell reality

the laughter of the gods
truly
    deserted this place

left it to sink with
traditional flawed false graciousness
under the waves, get
swallowed by
        ocean, reign of
old stuck-
up unconscious

spirit
    of dead gravity much
bemoaned by Pope

in his assault on all things
vapid, and without
                     substance yet
weighed-
       down by Dunce
rigidity

most righteous of true
rigidities such kingdom
could ever
know