welcome to the poem2

Shut your mouth and stop that noise!
Do you think your grievance is strong --
Because you never got the chance
To join the well-dressed gang?

Stop jumping and kicking and bawling and going on
Like flies are biting you.
You would become a silly side-show
If they had invited you!

For you have no Scissor-tail-
Coat and top hat to wear,
And the waistcoat that Grampa died and left you
Is all eaten-up and torn!

Further, look at your head
How it is shaped like a big-seeded pear!
What do you think you would favor
In that kind of gear?

It was no small ceremony that was held at
Big Church last Sunday morn.
I never saw more nose-veils
And hand-stockings from I was born.

The churchyard was playing dress circle.
It was just like a dress parade --
More plastic boots and jersey frocks!
More embroidery and braid!

Every mouth affected
High class accents!
Every foot attempted
High class walks!

When the breeze almost blew their hats away,
Gloved hands flew upward to hold them!
Nose veils tickled noses, and
Gloved fingers scratched them!

You should have seen Matty Walla-lef
And Mary Halfa-brick
With Sweetie Charles rolling his eyes
And spinning his walking-stick!

So stop shooting off at the mouth about how
The parson aimed to spite you,
And calm yourself and praise the Lord
That they never did invite you.