My dentist is an artist
\nMy doctor is a quack
\nI called my boss a buffer
\nAnd promptly got the sack.<\/p>\n
My tailor is a sailor
\nMy grocer is a clown
\nI want to sit upon my head
\nAnd not my sit-me-down.<\/p>\n
I walked along the highway
\nWhen I was feeling down
\nAn upperty man said ‘hooray’
\nSo I fixed him with a frown.<\/p>\n
‘What is there to be so bright about?’
\nI questioned him quite calmly.
\n‘Not bright about, but right about,’
\nHe said. I said, ‘you’re balmy.’<\/p>\n
‘I think you’re very rude,’ said he,
\nAnd I said to him, ‘I know it.’
\nSo he said, ‘if you do agree
\n‘You might still become a poet.’<\/p>\n
‘Then good day to you,’ he said to me
\n‘I’ve enjoyed our chat quite a bit.’
\n‘So what’s so good about it?’ Asked I. said he
\n‘You’re getting your fair share of it.’<\/p>\n
We parted on the best of terms
\nAnd I’ve never seen him since.
\nBut now, whenever I see some germs
\nI go and have a rinse.<\/p>\n
If there is metre in this verse
\nI should be quite surprised at first.
\nBut then I’d think and have to say
\nIt really is more fun this way.<\/p>\n
And as for sense,
\nThere’s none at all –
\nBut no offence
\nbeyond recall
\nIs meant –
\nOnly to the intelligence.<\/p>\n
December 1992<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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