Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Mob

asks us to use the words 'manage, brandish, forbid'


From the days of Madame Defarge
The bosses who've  been in charge
Have feared the rise of the mob,
Who may murder and pillage and rob.
Marie Antoinette was scared
Of the villains whose teeth were bared,
And the Romanovs fell from power
When the mob stormed their ivory tower.
It's hard to manage a hoard
Of serfs who, with one accord,
Brandish club and stick and knife
And threaten the lordly life.
Can one forbid the sea
From rolling unceasingly?
Can one stop an unstoppable force
Which wants to change history's course?
So it is  in this day and age;
When commoners start to rage
And light fires and attack with stones;
And incite on their mobile phones.
The Despots  may still defend
Their rights to the bitter end,
But finally all must cower
In the face of People Power



Oh the joy of it! Oh the thrill!
The Pedlar's coming over the hill!
Shall I buy some laces or cotton thread,
Or a little kerchief for my head?
Last time he came I bought a pin
And a little thimble made of tin!
Such treasures he carries! My heart beats fast
When he finally tops the hill at last.
He opens his pack and there they lie,
The little geegaws that I can buy!
He's trudged through mud and driving rain!
When will he come this way again?
I count my pennies! I can afford
A piece of lace. Oh Praise the Lord!
I'll sew it on my Sunday gown
And be the envy of the town!
Oh it's my happiest day today,
Because the Pedlar's come this way!
Oh what a nuisance! What a bore!
Today I'm going to the store!
Will I find a spot to park the car?
What bad drivers some shoppers are!
I'll be in a rush; I always am!
I mustn't forget the raspberry jam!
Here's the aisle, so now..... which sort?
He didn't like the last lot I bought.
There are fifty types of jam in view.
How can I tell which one will do?
Oh! Something new! A special curry!
I'll grab one of those! I'm in a hurry!
On the way home I must pick up Kate!
Oh look at the time! I'm already late!
Hallo Greta! Hallo Polly.
No need to barge into my trolly!
Just can't wait to get out the door!
Shopping is my least favourite chore!


Altonian said...

Two more brilliancies, to light up our literary senses. I liked particularly 'Shopping then and now'. I must be getting really old, because I can remember a pedlar (of sorts) walking our road in Hampshire, when I was a boy. My mother would always buy pins, needles, thread and ribbon.

Andy Sewina said...

Phew, I hate shopping, but I love your rhymes!

People power? You got it!


Inay said...

How I miss those tids and bits.
Love reading your styles.
Its been so long, the last time i visited your blog.
busy with my kids. Eldest in college and now my son. Bless you...

Sheilagh Lee said...

Lovely power to the people.
Love to the peddlar poem as well.

Anonymous said...

Both were excellent! The Peddler picture was cool too :)

Jess PJ said...

Both were good, but I just loved 'The Mob'!