Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Man In His Forties

A man in his forties took an English degree,
filling his head with literature and trochee,
confusion mounts as his studies increase,
into fields of semiotics, hydroponics, mass histrionics,
hang on, isn't hydroponics part of biology,
or a way of crafty smokers growing lots of weed,
those aren't the sort of studies that my lecturer decreed,
if I don' get back on track she'll be very cross indeed.
But now to my distress the police are knocking at my door,
the sergeant holds out my electricity bill, he wants to know the score,
he says 'to my eyes sonny this bill looks rather high,
so it's down to the station with you,
and you'd better be able to explain why.' - Yorkshire Soul

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