Instinctively humane and crucially distinctly immaculately cultured!

Self-explanatory.

By Stanley Collymore      
    
Britain has significantly and  
regrettably so dangerously    
morphed into a noxiously      
quite basically sick country where  
evidently, genuine acts of decent  
behaviour: things, so specifically    
like courteously recognizing the      
natural and altruistic actions of      
others are decidedly, cavalierly      
dismissed, easily dishonoured      
and similarly aggressively and      
very maliciously, made fun of;      
and likewise, where generally      
compliments effectively paid      
in return for actions proudly      
considered appropriately to      
be well done, are sickly and      
deliberately misinterpreted      
by malevolent intellectually      
challenged morons both to      
cruelly and spitefully scorn.      
    
You, however, are self-evidently      
distinctly and uniquely above      
these basically distastefully      
perversely and quite perniciously      
egregious, aptly toxic specimens      
lamentably, of purported Homo      
sapiens while clearly personally      
yourself, undeniably absolutely      
truly replete in the notion, that      
worth should naturally, always      
readily, be fully acknowledged      
and credit quite aptly where it      
is due, discernibly recognized.      
So with that sanely and firmly      
very emphatically, crucially in      
mind; here's honestly tribute      
to you in this poem, dutifully      
therefore, with my enduring      
thanks and lasting gratitude      
for your discernibly notable,      
so outstandingly auspicious      
plus commendable actions!      
    
(C) Stanley V. Collymore      
18 December 2022.      
    
    
Author's Remarks:      
Over the past weeks I've been very assiduously, and with rapt interest as well have most distinctively and quite enamouredly been watching the Drama Channel's broadcast, in exceedingly brilliant dramatization of Catherine Cookson's undeniably outstanding works. Effectively, I've seen them all before but the acting and rather obviously outstandingly superb, dramatic portrayal literally of Catherine Cookson's works give an unquestionably, quite accurate but rather appallingly so the clear evil demarcation, of a thoroughly sick, totally twisted and decidedly also an irrefutably, very evidently crucially entrenched, perceptibly and demonstrably unmistakably what is vilely a non-meritocratic, sham democratic and obviously impactfully, infernally sick, class structured British society where effectively nothing - never mind these cynically, delusory smoke and mirror routines - has really essentially changed one bit!      
    
Predictably and unsurprisingly also writing poetry for British women is not a pastime of mine and actually with the preponderance of Karen's that infest UK society a visiting the local sewage works would certainly be by far more beneficial, and also quite interesting. But even in a sick society like Britain the rare oasis of sanity does appear out of the toxic and evilly ingrained barrenness that characteristically predominates.

This poem was truly inspirationally instigated in one of these distinctly rare occasions, and as such rather delightedly penned by me, for the lady in question.

Author's Note

Honest criticisms.