There's always someone looking !

Don't let yourself down.....

Mrs Most, the perfect host, loved to boast, 

of her lifestyle celebrity

Cordon bleu, through and through, preparing food, 

in front of all and sundry

Then for dessert, a speculative flirt, with something inert, 

made from an illicit tree !

 

But, 'my o my', a passing fly, got rather high 

and told a busy bee

Whose clear dismay at this affray, did not delay, 

rightful expediency

And so informed the press, about this sordid mess and the rest, 

as they say is history !

 

P.C. Plum, liked to beat his drum, no one’s chum, 

when on patrol

On road or street, never discreet, had targets to meet, 

promotion his only goal

He reported his Aunt Annie, his Uncle Danny even his Granny, 

a vigilante, without heart or soul !

 

Then after duty, all smug and snooty, not on footie, 

drove to a public house

At the bar, he drank more than a jar, then returned to his car, 

like an unprincipled louse

But an angry wasp, told an albatross who notified his boss, 

now Mr Plum has no job or spouse!

 

Little Lord Fauntleroy, a spoilt boy, foul play his deceitful ploy, 

to win every game

Batting at the wicket, playing cricket, he thinly nicked it, 

though remained without shame

But the umpire had no doubt, it was a worthy shout and gave him out, 

so his lordship, called him a nasty name!

 

Then a watching toad from a nearby road, told a crow to dispatch its load, 

most unceremoniously

it landed dead on his lordship’s head and nothing more was said, 

rude or pretentiously

so take heed, no matter class or creed, beware, the perils of weed 

and never concede, your moral integrity !

Whether cooking or booking, bowling or hooking, 

keep your dignity intact, as here's a fact, there’s always someone looking!

Author's Note

The term 'hooking' in the game of cricket is a spectacular shot by the batsman and incase you don't still know. the umpire is the sole adjudicator like a referee in football, his decision is final !

Reviews

[Jenney Clark]

I like the dash of humor with just the right amount of cheeky. All told in splendid lyrical narrative that all ties up in the end with a moral stand. loved it on principle as well as the way it rolls of the tongue when said out loud. Yes i just read it out loud lol

[Tom]

Thank you Jenny for your fine appraisal of my poem !

[Lydia Shutter]

"But, 'my o my', a passing fly, got rather high
and told a busy bee
Whose clear dismay at this affray, did not delay,
rightful expediency"

The rhythm and rhyme in these lines made me smile. I just loved your poem about gossip and what it can do. Yes, there is always someone looking and someone listening and someone who wants to make another look bad so he or she can look better. It's human nature, is it not? Of course, I always think of your poems in a sportsmanlike way as well...since you are such a cricket fan. The umpire man be the sole judge of what happens when a player is hooking, but if he judge's incorrectly too often, soemone will be watching him too...and then he will not have a job anymore! Your poem was delightful, Tom. I enjoyed it so much. Lydi**

[Tom]

Indeed Lydia the foibles of human nature, especially of those who should no better and be setting an example ! Thank you indeed for such a tremendously, insightful review !

[Frieda P]

Knew you'd get cricket in there somewhere Tom! Love this, you've always an interesting story to tell in your poetry, muchly enjoyed....and Yes, someone is always there especially when you fook up! ;-)

[Tom]

You've grasped it to a T Frieda & thank you as ever, for your appreciated review !

[Frieda P]

The pleasure is all mine Tom...always!