Clubs and Pubs and Eyebrows

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.

 

 

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26 thoughts on “Clubs and Pubs and Eyebrows”

    1. Work sucks, doesn’t it? Even when you like your job. I felt all the good of the weekend rushing down the pan by the end of yesterday. Pub bench and a swally about now would do nicely here too, Cole. We can do it. Repeat. We can….aw, feck it! 😉

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  1. I nodded and agreed and regularly shouted during your great post, ‘I’m a dictator in a club’ and hear hear when i imagined sitting on a bench in a pub sharing.
    Then I read your last line and was jolted back to reality. Yer man and mine share much in common and as your fella left his comment I thought, “You fecker”, but it was addressed to my fella, not yours!

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    1. I barely do staffrooms, Tric. Either can’t shut up or can’t be arsed. Clubs and rules and I just don’t get on. And I’m not even that bossy. Well, not always. 🙂 And only when I think needs must. 😉 Hubs just shakes his head or laughs. Kind of knows me so well by now, I suppose, that he wouldn’t dare! I think I’m getting worse too. Must be an age thing. Or a what-the-feck-does-that-matter thing. Threw the dummy out of my pram at four, literally, and became my own woman then. 😀 Up the strong women! And down with the rules! ‘cept mine. They have to be followed.
      I’m only joking about some of the above. But not all of it. And not much of it. 😉

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