We Don't Approve, You Know
We don't approve, you know. Approve of what?
The folk who go to London, or who don't
The folk who get the flowers out, or not
The folk who want to queue, the folk that won't
We don't approve, you know, of folk who hold
Up posters, or who protest in the crowd
Refuse to bow down low before the gold
Or sing God Save The Queen (The King!) too loud
We don't approve. We grumble and we shrug
And look around us. See, we all agree!
We're safe. All warm and cosy as a hug
Not us that should be swinging from a tree
You went? Tut tut. You didn't go. Tut too
You loved her. Tut. You didn't. Tut to you
© Gail Foster 17th September 2022
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