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How Rude
 
Have you noticed how the children
seem very rude of late?
I asked that young man down the end
if he would please pass the plate;

but he refused me!

I spoke to him quite nicely,
asked his opinion of the weather.
He looked away, quite pointedly;
you could've knocked me down with a feather.

He ignored me!

I mentioned, oh so casually,
about his horrid fishy breath.
His only reply was a silly noise
that scared me half to death.

He frightens me!

I'm leaving now, I've had enough,
his manner is so uncouth.
It beats me how they'll run the world
if they're ill-mannered in their youth.

He's following me!






By cherryk

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