If (Or When The Truth Finally Dawns) #poems #poetry

If… you go this way…

I’ve given a bit of thought to how I might adapt the Nation’s favourite poem, If by Rudyard Kipling. After all it is famous across many fields and while some see it as a rather Imperialistic verse it’s always been a favourite in the family. So, today ladies and gentlemen, I look at the condition of Homo Sapiens (the male side) in the UK and, well, frankly I think it is rather wanting…

If you can fly a drone yet not drone on about that skill

And capture some celebs’ nips, for your Insta feed to fill;

 

If you can face the surgeon’s knife and also find the wedge

To have your gender altered, adding meat and two root veg;

 

If you can make an online bet, and keep on loss on loss

And find some time for other games and still not give a toss;

 

If you can change allegiance from Arsenal to Spurs

And face the chants of ‘traitor’ and some witch’s paid-for curse;

 

If you hold  the notion, that your MP’s moral compass

Is still intact when it’s bloody plain he’s just a cheating short-arse;

 

If you can read the dailies and absorb a constant diet

Of fake news and propaganda, yet still you want to buy it;

 

If you can be a vegan yet not let veganing be your master

Adopt a healthy lifestyle, yet let blue pills make you harder;

 

If you control the TV screen, as if  to the manor born

And pass your nights, alone, with sport and paid-for Scandi-porn;

 

If you think that days in a sweaty haze of gyms and protein shakes

And rock-hard guns and six-packaged tums are all it really takes;

 

If you can spend the national debt of a small and sandy nation

On products that enhance your nob or for chest-hair depilation;

 

If you can drink your weight in beer, and finish with a curry

Wake up still drunk, go off to work and still not think to worry;

 

 If you can take on a lifetime’s debt, for a poxy little degree

And never think that you’ve been had then I’m sure you will agree

 

That you’ve won life’s lottery and you’ve proved that you’re a man;

But, really, don’t you think, you dick, that it’s time that you began

 

To realise that the world is sick and everything that’s in it 

Should now be run by women, so that, maybe, they can fix it.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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32 Responses to If (Or When The Truth Finally Dawns) #poems #poetry

  1. Lucy Brazier says:

    Bravo! *nods sagely*
    (This really is very well done)

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  2. Ritu says:

    Yes…. This was brill!

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  3. Loved that, Geoff, until I got to the end. Why should women have to clean up the mess?

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    Fantastic Geoff, love it and to compound your words you show a photo of Honesty seed pods . 💜🌹🌹

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  5. JT Twissel says:

    Another delightful one Geoff. Of course, I agree with your sentiments entirely.

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  6. An excellent spoof of my favourite poem, Geoff. Except the last two lines are wrong. Women are just as bad and can’t fix it alone – we have to work together to fix it.

    Like

  7. Elizabeth says:

    I loved the last line. This parody was priceless. I had to memorize this poem in school and was always put off by the last line since I was a girl. Yours is far better!

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  8. Brilliant – especially the ending 🙂 I think this version may well come to replace the original.

    I disagree strongly that women can’t or shouldn’t have to clean up the mess. Like you I know we would roll up our sleeves and set to with vim and vigor and not a little charm and grace as well. Rather like your mother would have and as our PM does. Hearing her face down the arrogantly stupid remarks of the males of the species has been an almost daily delight to me. And every time one of them tells her “You can’t do that” she does it. And no-one has died yet and there are some big changes happening in this tiny country.

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  9. I think we should let women run the place for a while. Enjoyed the poem.

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  10. Mick Canning says:

    Arf! Great! Excellent conclusion, too.Afraid they’ll have to clean up the mess because we’ll only make it worse, otherwise.

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  11. Good thing you interspersed beautiful garden pictures. Can’t think what stock images you’d choose for a few of those lines.
    I’m not sure you’ve a reasonable conclusion, however. I think both sexes need to get their acts together and stop thinking for their immediate selves.

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  12. Al Lane says:

    Haha! Brilliant!

    Liked by 1 person

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