It annoys me when I have to be polite
And sound all erudite
When I want to be rude
Stick my fingers up and be crude
It's such a pain being an English Rose
Who would never pick her nose*
Sometimes I want to say naughty words
And call people nerds
But I don't
Cos I'm nice
And always think twice**
I also write particularly bad poems
Not even half as good as Wilfred Owen.
Who was very unlucky and got shot
Whereas I have just lost the plot
*in public
** only sometimes
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LOL!! Well done!
ReplyDeleteI am glad it made you laugh, Paula. It is genuinely awful.Still, at least I will never be crushed by failing to win the ManBooker. LOL
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