Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Greasy Poll


ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION
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THE GREASY POLL

How can polls be accurate when I am never included?
If you believe a single one it's clear you are deluded.
I've never been asked my favourite tune of 1964!
I've never been asked which perfume is the one that I adore!
I've hung around in shopping malls hoping to be the one
Who'll be approached by a pollster! Wouldn't it be fun
To be the person casting that great decisive vote!
'Ah! Now we know the Top Ten types of Malleable Creosote!'
I've made lists of likely topics and kept them up to date;
'The Top Ten This'! 'The Top Ten that'! And I can hardly wait
To be approached with deference by some Pollster in the Strand
Who greets me with a cheesy smile and a notebook in his hand.
'I wonder if I can trouble you.........' will be his opening phrase....
'Trouble me! Darling, I've been waiting for you here for many days!'
My Top Ten Lists will be flourished and I'll feel pretty slick
When he takes his sheaf of numbers and gives my name a tick.
'The Top Ten names for Nanny Goats' ..... that's one I can supply;
'The Top Ten uses for Old Chewing Gum'..... that's sure to catch his eye!
But, so far, I live in Dreamland for I am never required
To add my tick to any poll, even though I am inspired.
So I beg you to doubt all of them, because, my friends, you see
None of them can be accurate if they haven't consulted me!
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BLUE BLOOD

In feudal times the peasants worked outside in the blazing sun.
Their skin grew swarthy, gnarled and rough; in other words, 'over-done'!
The gentry, on the other hand, stayed indoors in the shade.
Their skin was white and delicate, not marked by toil or trade.
When a peasant showed his inner-arm, all work-scarred and unclean,
The blood beneath the surface, in his veins, could not be seen.
But the veins of the landed gentry showed up all clear and blue,
Proof their superiority was surely showing through.
So, if you were blue-blooded, it was very quickly seen,
Especially if you happened to be a reigning King and Queen!
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8 comments:

Mama Zen said...

I'm never consulted for polls, either!

jabblog said...

I avoid pollsters but I laughed at your verse. One day it will be your turn.
Blue blood's not good, you know - not sufficient oxygen;-)

teric said...

Hilarious view of something I had never thought of. But maybe I should be waiting for them to ask me too. lol

thelittlewriterthatcould said...

I loved your take on polls! And your writing, your fun self-confidence is infectious. Well done!

Tammie said...

so many tops! wonderful.

Ramesh Sood said...

I enjoyed the fun here.. lovely..:))

The Write Girl said...

I love your poem on polls. I've never been consulted on polls either. How can we possibly believe them? :) Your poem on blue blood sings quite a sad tale for the working class but I always admire your enchanting rhymes.

SandyCarlson said...

Come to think of it, my phone isn't exactly ringing! Though my tax dollars find a purpose....