If you are the sort of woman who believes
Life is too short to
dance with ugly men
Then you almost
certainly believe
It’s too short to have
sex with them
Just remember that
when you get drunk
There are no ugly men
to offend you
And I bet you’ve never
bedded an ugly man
But I’m sure you’ve
woken up with a few
You don’t need expensive binoculars
They’re a waste of
money you know
Instead of bringing
the object nearer
Stand closer to her
bedroom window
Alcohol was originally invented
So ugly people could
have sex too
Because viewed thru
beer goggles
Everyone looks
beautiful to you
It also serves to add
some variety
To the beautiful people’s
gene pool
A clean desk is the sign
Of a sick mind
A clean house is the
sign
Of a wasted life
A clean mind is….
Just unnatural
The British in the past
Seemed to have more
grit
The Londoners of old
Bombarded in the Blitz
Shook their fists in
defiance
Such were the plucky
Brits
People alive today
Would never stand for
it
They’d shout about
human rights
And probably serve a
writ
The last mythological muse
Urania, muse of
astrology
Foreteller of the
future
By the stars array
Dressed in a cloak
Embroidered with stars
Holding a globe in her
left hand
Always looking to the
heavens
a goddess of universal
love
And possessed with the
holy spirit
The Renaissance Urania
Was muse to the
Christian poets
And still gazed to the
heavens
But saw God amongst
the stars
My parents were born between the wars,
And in their day
People were cut from
different cloth
A sturdy resilient
cloth
A cloth that bound the
nation together
They were tougher
people
Who lived through
tough times
The general strike,
the depression
The Second World War
20 years of rationing
But life had greater
value
Because its pleasures
came hard
And life was more than
a measure
Of what could be
possessed
The post baby boomers
Roll their eyes at
such talk
But our country is
weaker
And its people
Less sturdy, less
resilient
Today we are a ragged
nation
Just a collection of
frayed threads
