This autumn, we shall show you: torture, gore,
A Hanging, maybe many, a racking,
A demonstration of the verb to draw,
As it relates to guts, nothing lacking
Which might show the English at their cruel worst.
We’ll employ a writer whose compassion
Is for violent terrorists and whose first
Thought, every day, is of revenge. Fashion,
Though, tells us rather sternly we must drop
A Christmassy whodunnit, rather dull,
Because an actor in it is accused
Of sexual assault. And we don’t stop
To ponder innocence, we’re much too full
Of faux affront, our right-on thoughts confused.