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If you ask me

It seems to me that if they can graft human ears onto a mouse, then it can’t be very difficult to come up with a special button, which
— when pressed by a skilled operator — sends a beam of joy to all corners of the earth, relieving all unhappiness and even
mild cases of disquiet. It would be more effective than beer, and cheaper than cigarettes.

They spend millions every year redesigning mice, but nothing on the beam of joy.
And they have telephones now too, that you can carry around with you.

The world’s gone mad, if you ask me.

The handmaid’s tale

Constance often rues the day
she took a job at Clark’s.
She’s on her feet from early morn
until the sky bedarks.

She cleans up after Delmar
and delouses Morton’s hair,
then she feeds ol’ grandpa
in his creaky baby chair.

Worst of all is Otis,
with his surly curt demeanour:
who’d have thunk a schoolboy
could be such a nasty schemer?

Constance labours night and day
in Clark’s infested hovel,
though she dreams that one day
it might produce a novel.

A gritty tale of squalor,
through the handmaid’s eyes:
just the sort of thing
to win the Booker Prize.


 

Public opinion

Let’s see if Precious Little
has anything to say
about the trial of Twemlow,
which comes to court today.

— He’s guilty as a jackdaw,
on that I won’t demur.
Let’s hope the court condemns him,
the rancid heinous cur.

Is that all, Miss Little?
Give us something we can quote.
In your dealings with young Twemlow,
is there anything of note?

— I never met the bastard,
and I hope I never will.
I only know what I have read
in the Daily Swill.


 

Floored

Pass the putty, Patsy,
don’t keep it to yourself.
We’re prinking Pedro’s parquet
and the putty really helps.

— I prefer to call it filler;
your term is slightly crude.
I’ll gladly pass the filler
but the p—y stays eschewed.

Hark at him, the logomach,
too grand to utter putty!
Just shift yer butt, fat Patsy,
or I’ll get a lot more smutty.


Table talk

Twemlow leaned back in his chair, and said ‘Yes, gentlemen, the key to human happiness is to be content with very little. Make the most of the little you may have, and thank the good Lord for his infinite bounty.

As long as I have a bottle of champagne and a few sirloin steaks, the lack of Dijon mustard doesn’t bother me in the least. Even if the champagne is only a ’63, I’ll bridle, naturally, but I won’t let it detract from my happiness.

Of course, I could berate my sommelier and tweak his nose, but what’s the point? Likewise, my moutardier might usefully feel the weight of my boot on the seat of his pants — but no! Live and let live, I say.

Pass the garnish boat.


 

Putty galore

Putty, oh putty, I pen these lines
to praise your features many:
you fill my gaping chasms
and save me quite a penny.

Putty always fills the gap
where other fillers fail;
it dries in next to no time
and takes lacquer by the pail.

The world would be a better place
if beldams were like putty,
instead of being fractious,
rebarbative, and slutty.


Family ties (2)

Uncle Delmar shakes his fist
at rascals Ralph and Brad.
He knows that in a few short years
they won’t be playful lads.

They’ll grow up mean and surly,
in a world that treats them bad.
They’ll both end up in prison,
just like Delmar and their Dad.