hmmm,
couldn’t be part of a harem
couldn’t be part of a gang
couldn’t lie down where other folks lie
couldn’t, for fear I’d do harm
couldn’t be part of a co-op
couldn’t be part of the tests
couldn’t imagine a club I could join
where I would be at my best
have always been part of a union
as long as they aren’t too dense
don’t fight both corners, betray or deny
cause common, with some common sense
couldn’t contribute to cliques where
niche means crawling or worse
couldn’t just fib to fit in there
expressive face too frank of a curse
couldn’t be bothered kow-towing
couldn’t reveal all I know
alphas or kappas, whatevers
couldn’t just put on a show
tho’, have been tempted by acting
oh, woe, with a sigh and a swoon
melodramatic, quite catching
alas, yorick, he passed on too soon
briefly joined brownies and girl guides
but uniforms, rules and the likes
gave me the creeps and right eyebrow
gave away that I thought it all shite
always got on with most folk
but never, well, rarely, in clubs
much preferred ordinary wisdom
found on most benches in pubs
carry folk forward I love best
connections all made through brief life
but give me a one onto one folks
I’ll follow like obedient wife
I have no idea why my husband is laughing so hard.
scottishmomus 