A Guy
I know a man who tells the people in
His carpool all about the previous night’s
TV, and of the biscuits and the gin
He found on special offer, and the fights
Between his children after they are sent
To bed. Of course, the family’s health comes in
For detailed coverage, and how he meant
To dig the garden, but it rained. “Grin
And bear it,” he says about the weather.
He thinks the Queen’s all right—and all her kin.
Religion? “We’re all in it together,”
Is where his doctrines endeth and begin.
Last week he bought a cheap imported spade.
“It was much cheaper than the British made.”