By
Michael Casey
Before I begin I go to the bathroom to let out some hot air
Though some will say it’s always there
Either my CkD embarrassing me or a comment on my writing
But people can be cruel and do not care, either way
I fell in love with words 55 years ago maybe
Robin Day was on the tv, a Political interviewer
Though any News Junkies will know him already
He was a trained Barrister, no he did not make coffee
Just mincemeat of Politicians
And Politician is not Cream to go with Coffee
Like I said he was a Barrister not barista
Me and my dad used to watch him
So, if you hear good language,
Here Today Gone Tomorrow Politician
It may tie you in knots, or make you laugh
As it made me dad and me, and then
My dad would curse at the tv, using all the letters
Of cursing, no Wokery back then,
the word had not been invented
and should not have been
Far better if you had not been heard, absurd word
So, I grew up with an educated dad, left school at 14
To become a Blacksmith, which makes me a SOB
Son of a Blacksmith
Dad was very bright, but on the 1930s in Ireland
Everybody went to work, but it does not mean
He or anybody else was thick
Intelligence is Speed of Thought
I’ll explain it for the half-wits out there
So, if you follow BBC news you have an
encyclopaedia in front of you, just engage your brain
Then if in my case you have BBC Radio4 constantly
You hear clever people talking, in posh voices back then
Add Latin, English, English Lit, French, Spanish then
Words are everywhere
If you read a lot too, then Words do become your plaything
If your days off are in the middle of the week too
Radio fills the void, and even if you are half stupid
You will learn a lot, it’s osmosis so to speak
Then if you have clever kids with you at school
4 of my cohort, which is a new word used a lot on tv lately
Year Group, Age Group might be more understandable to some
4 of them are Doctors or PhDs, I’m just the toilet cleaner
Though as I said earlier, doesn’t make me stupid
Your Job does not always mark you, as far as brains go
Although Brains was a brand of faggot years ago
You can make your own joke up there
Though Fags was the name for 1st years in 1970
In my old grammar school, but I’m from a different age
On the cusp of one age to another
Pause for Pain Killer
And no that wasn’t a rubbish rhyme
20 mins just gone for paracetamol and slap on gel
This is my life for years now
Pain
Though all of you reading me, might say
Yes, we suffer, we are the readers
CRUEL
Anyway, lots of Wordplay, like Foreplay but not
As much fun, on Radio Shows on the BBC
If you grow up listening to it you’ll learn a lot
Glue the dial to BBC Radio4 if you want clever kids
Though Wokery did show its head, beneath the bedclothes
Samantha, an imaginary radio girl, was banned or spoke
About because Woke People have no Imagination
Trigger warnings on books at University too
This is madness, Words are Fun, they have Meaning
Nuances and Shades and Tones, almost musical
But they are being banned by idiots
By the way too Slaves have existed for 10,000 years maybe
So yes, take note of it, but don’t whitewash History in every
Meaning of the Word. GROW UP
Now I’ll finish now as my head is about to explode with pain
And did you know my pharma knowledge big daughter told me
They don’t really know why Paracetamol works
And in my case sometimes it does not
As my Pain, My BASTARD is too much
And its whore of a sister Tinnitus is just a Tramp
Or should I post a Trigger warning on my words
For kids who are so Woke
They should just stay at home, wrapped in cotton wool
And take them out once a year like Christmas Decorations
Or Winterval as the Birmingham Council Morons
Once called Christmas
Celebrate everything, because Words are Fun
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