People Who Seemed Like Good Blokes Are Actually Just Tossers.

People who seemed like really good chaps

are actually just arseholes,

disappointing in so many ways.

Those who seemed really decent

have morphed into utter twats, in recent days,

they have cast themselves in a new light,

some are actually deranged.

I’m not sure why, self serving prats

ever gave me the impression they were good souls,

when they were just tossers.  Perhaps

I have been blessed with new vision,

clarity of thought, insight,

but on the whole, I don’t think it’s me who’s changed

Aga

Like Gustav Holst, you’re Swedish by descent

and yet, so English that the ‘Q’ word’s used,

you’ve come to symbolise a deep content,

you’re warm and homely, yet we are confused,

since running you requires such quantities

of cash, our love can lead us to resent

your needs.  

Like many Swedes you’re typically blonde,

and like a Viking, often battle scarred,

you’re one of us, and so we’ve grown quite fond

of droning on about your faults, you’re tarred

and grimed with built up carbon, and you’re aged

with freckles, speckled brown.   You don’t respond.

You stay as silent as a got-at spouse,

and do your job as you see fit and persevere.

You are the central figure in the country house,

imperfect, comforting, you draw us near,

and yet you’re not entirely dependable,

and using you requires a certain nous.