To raise the tone a bit...
I'll tell you a story about our library
Full of potential like the nuts on a tree.
Racks of magazines
That you can browse
So long as you like textile industries,
Or you smith, gild or dowse.
"International Brocade,"
"Modern Madder" and
"Fluffed-up Flannel News."
And we don't buy "The Oldie."
I've got the periodical news.
Our serials lists are set as in glue,
Reflecting the needs back in 'seventy-two
Of two firms who used to subscribe
To the coffee mornings of the librarians' wives.
"Buttonholing Today,"
"Lady Milliner," and
"Three-Ply Rayon News."
But we don't buy "The Beano."
I've got the periodical blues.
The mags that we get
Have a certain cachet:
They're never read before
We throw them away.
Change our selection?
Don't make me laugh:
If it's popular
It'll only bring in
All the riff-raff.
Spend your service's worth
On these luxury
Subscription renewals.
No, you can't read the paper.
I've got the periodical blues.
4 comments:
Kevin, you (or rather, your writing) makes me laugh.
Don't make me laugh:
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All the riff-raff.
The mags that we get
Have a certain cachet:
Simply reading this doesn't do it justice; it's got to be read aloud in a Lancashire accent or else it doesn't rhyme!
National Poetry Day. That's better. Than national sight day, I mean. Here's one for you: I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
Christine: ta muchly!
gd: I missed that one. I was doing cachet/away. And don't think we're not going to be doing Lancashire dialect poetry at some time!
Lavinia: I think you're having a lapse of post-seadog depression. Chin up, girl!
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