Madness

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There’s a group called “Madness”,

Play a thing called “Ska”.

Though their music’s jerky,

Suggsy is a star.

Started in the seventies,

Still are going strong.

Suggs is their lead singer,

They just can't go wrong.

Would you Adam and Eve it,

That they done so well.

If you do not like them,

You can go to Hell.

They had fifteen top tens,

In their fine career.

Cheer them on I tell you,

I’ll just have a beer.

This poem’s written in their style,

That you must have seen.

If you hadn’t noticed,

Just where have you been?

Saw them on the telly,

Just the other day.

Was a golden oldie,

Hip hip, hip, hurray!

Oh where is that policeman,

To make that cardiac arrest?

Oh I’d better not hurry,

Being peaceful is the best.

Paul Butters

(Inspired by "Cardiac Arrest" by "Madness").

Motherly Love

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An Irish couple buy some fertilised duck eggs and they hatch.

But then they’re missing!

The cat is licking her lips.

Oh No!

They follow the cat to her snug in the barn.

She too has given birth.

Snuggled beneath the cat’s protective paws

Are suckling kittens and DUCKLINGS!

Had those dear ducklings hatched an hour earlier

Or later

They would have been cat food.

But around the birthing time Missus Cat was only a Mother,

Mothering anything that moved.

Mother Nature breeds such Motherly instincts.

A thing of Wonder.

A story that happens to be True.

Since then those ducks grew up

But still followed their “Mother”

Everywhere she went (within reason).

An unshakeable bond,

Lasting for ever.

Paul Butters

Silence

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When slapped by raving rants

Or flamed with insults.

When slurred by sarcastic sneers.

I know your blood will boil,

And someone will say,

“Are you going to stand for that?”

Ignore that person.

Calm yourself.

Smile (if face to face)

Or take up Poker Mode.

Show annoyance and the enemy has scored.

Do not respond with anger.

If appropriate, try to reason with him, her or them.

Should they not reason, say no more.

Turn it into a joke whenever you can,

Even belittling yourself in an ironic way.

Never retaliate in kind.

Never feed the flamers and trolls,

Either online or in real life.

I see around me arguments go on

And on and on and on…

When will the listen?

Don’t feed the trolls!

How many times must folk be told?

When under attack

That old cliché applies:

Silence is Golden

(And so Powerful).

Paul Butters