22 February 2013
You flick that golden hair of yours
And bat those big blue eyes,
The epitome of beauty
Grace and poise and style.
Another D has been achieved
At another dusty desk,
Failure blamed upon teachers
Why, YOU only give YOUR best.
Sprites and nymphs surround you
All with comforting phrase,
Sprung from the spring of Fortune,
Optimism and Praise.
'Don't worry our fair angel
You won't need grades when in lights,
When flying all around the Hills,
Basking in Fame's delights.
English? Bah, who needs
To say 'Oh yes I got A-star.'
When you'll be on the big screen
With a flashy, speedy car.'
Oh yes, who needs to tell their maids
The three forms; to, two, too,
Know inquiry from enquiry,
Recognise sibilance? So uncool!
It's all the rage these days
To misplace apostrophes,
Employ grammar incorrectly
And say things as you please.
But how do you plan to get there
Without earning a few pound
And who here will employ you
If your English isn't sound?
Well sure, you might be famous
Though you sound like nine year old girls,
But today the world's competitive,
It's treasure reluctant to unfurl.
It's girls like you to which our little ones
Eagerly aspire to be
With little brains or substance
Behind the faces on TV.
That's the problem with our world
Without sounding too dull and plain,
We all want to be someone
But don't want to give to gain.
And if your lovely plan should fail
Fall down by the side
Won't you wish you'd daydreamed less
Focused more on Reality, not pride?
Don't get me wrong my gullible friend
It's wonderful to dream,
But how often do those fantasies
Slip through this cruel world's seams?
Dolly Daydream • Opuss № I