Music Hall Song and Dance for Silke
The more inadequate I feel
The more British I become*
This is a source of some appeal
And of some distaste (to some)
By birthright most inadequate indeed
I'm upper-crusty in a time of need
Which means that I dither and drink
(Quite rightly)
And struggle to say what I think
(Politely)
But usually make a mess of things
In a medieval middle-aged muddle
As forty-nine winters melt into springs
I become more and more of a puddle
* ( + ) *
+Steven Curtis Lance
from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV
*I said this to Silke on the telephone a few hours ago...
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