Watch This Space

Isn’t it strange how things turn around,

Morals reversed or parked underground.

Lessons and rules that were learnt as a child,

Are at best, now old-fashioned, at worst they’re reviled.


Policemen are sacked for clipping an ear,

While children who err are treated with fear.

Teachers laid bare for daring to smack,

Are spread across papers like sex maniacs


When I was a kid, those who took drugs

Were hippies with beads and faint-hearted thugs.

And Coke, I recall, was fizzy and black,

Not sniffed up a nose before Crackerjack.


A man’s home his castle upon England soil,

With the right to repel those who came to despoil.

But now the poor thief if he’s beaten when caught,

Means, you get six months, he gets victim support.


There’s hard working people who can’t find a job,

Who are grilled and browbeaten to receive a few bob

From a Government giving a luxury pass

To unlawful entrants. No questions asked!


Butch Cassidy, Sundance and the Hole-in-the Wall,

Were a gang who robbed Banks. They were bad one and all.

Now Banks have a Hole-in-the-Wall to save fuss,

But it’s turned round again, ‘cos they’re now robbing us!