Manners

Manners Poem Lionel Derbyshire Everyday , every year , even now Respect fades and goes away Grace disappears all the time. Rude is the new attraction It is a popular habit Thank you was elegant. Now it is never said. Please is from good breeding And it is delightful to say. Nod and say hello Shake hands too. Compliment and exchange smiles It will get you somewhere. An angry face is nobody's darling. This the crude art of rude The curse of a twit. A hypocrite in make up His face changes The reason for his mistakes Crooks they are. Call the spade A spade Insults are awful regrets It leaves holes in hearts. Manners either you have or not .. If not .. You will be despised such a lot.