Taking The Easiest Options And Yet Constantly Being Praised For Them! Poem by Professor Dr. Stanley Collymore

By Stanley Collymore

Poor Kate Middleton! Constantly
making snacks and meals for
her hungry children. How
stupid does she think
the rest of us are? Perhaps
she's been avidly reading
the grossly sycophantic
comments in rags like
the Daily Mail and so
really thinks that all
those that have, of
course, served as
crafters of them
will accordingly
suitably too, in
their moronic
and pathetic
insanity, as
well, easily
guzzle up
any thing
she sees
apt to be
offering.

And, of course, she's
dead right in that
assumption of
hers regarding these
fawning, idiotic and
thoroughly insane
plebeians; rather
contentedly, in
their blissfully
but ruinously
as it equally
and clearly
translates
as being,
actually useless
and moribund
inhabitants:
whose vile
deception
exposes
the raw
evils of
a UK's
unjust
stand.

(C)Stanley V. Collymore
14 July 2020.


Author's Comments:
When you have to publicly claim that you're keeping your child entertained, are home-schooling them; baking with them, cooking for them and the rest of it; then it's pretty obvious to anyone with a functioning brain in their head - and not a dimwitted one located in their rectum - and who intelligently knows how to use it that, in actuality, you're deliberately lying and as well dishonestly doing none of these things!

Why so? Because people looking after children and specifically their parents doing those aforementioned things with them don't have any obsessive compulsion or feel any need to tell the rest of the world about things that ordinary everyday carers and parents of such children routinely get on with. Because they just get on with what needs to be done in relation to looking after such children. Neither expecting nor requiring any praise or promptedplaudits for doing so!

And why worry about Kate or worst still indoctrinate Louis with the pros and cons of so-called social distancing, when in his average normal day pre-Covid 19 he wouldn't have beenassociating with normal people even of his own age, and post this totalitarian prescribed, fantasy virus won't be doing so in a month of Sundays?

And in his Manchester sized lockdown, luxury bolthole apart from the prescribed time with is parents the only people that Louis will routinely be coming into contact with are the compliant lackeys that are happily ministering to his every whim, those of his siblings and, of course, his parents; and doing so, naturally, well away from any social intercourse with Mr Joe or Ms Jane Public.

Hardly an apt environment then for either learning or else wasting time practising the alleged niceties of social distancing!