Back To The Manor

Social Commentary

Back To the Manor

 

 

 

Eloquence and marvelous marriage,

Stay quiet, sit still,

The embarrassment of sociability,

It makes me ill.

A façade that could charm,

The knickers off a doll,

The fake plastic people,

Exchanging pleasantries,

Canopies arrive on a silver platter,

Whitisisms don’t really matter,

Open your wallet,

They’ll judge you then,

They talk and talk of their,

Time share,

And their mish mash,

Of Red Indian trash,

Patronising snipes,

And filial understanding,

“Back to the manor”

Two-faced replies to,

Pointless trivial questions,

It doesn’t even matter,

Take me away on that platter.

 

Leo Watkins

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