I fancied some titilating photos
so I went on an upskirting hunt
I didn't really care about consent,
that's if I'm being blunt
I came across Sir Christopher
and thought I'd have a punt
I'd capture a peek of his private parts,
I'd chortle and I'd grunt
It seemed to me a great idea,
a harmless and witty stunt
But what was the image my camera showed?
A big, wet, swollen, vulgar affront
© Janine Booth
Chope's ignorant objection to the upskirting bill shows how little female consent matters to a lot of men in power
Janine Booth lives in Hackney, East London. She writes and performs poetry, and has had three slim volumes of poetry published. Janine posts poems and political polemics at www.janinebooth.com
