Really Awfully Revolting


‘The students are revolting?’     ‘Utterly!’

Universities inductive
Of bad kinds of girl and boy?
When these kids try being constructive,
All they do is to destroy,
For defacing some old statues
Seems to fill them all with joy;
With no mind for people that use
Books, for arson they deploy.

They all need a little spanking
On each naughty little bot —
They should know who needs the thanking
For facilities they’ve got;
And to think these things are owed them
They should learn is simply rot;
Plants: somebody else has growed ‘em,
Now they think they own the plot?

© September 2016 Colonialist (WordPress)

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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10 Responses to Really Awfully Revolting

  1. The Asian says:

    My blood just starts boiling every time I see something relating to these protests. Unfortunately I think the youth nowadays have been brought up to think that they are entitled to everything


  2. melouisef says:

    Revolting is about right as in disgusting. They want free education for not passing…paid to fail.


    • colonialist says:

      Also, they want to footle about at university without having demonstrated that they are actually university material. Then they get pushed through anyway to keep up the numbers. The rot was already setting in when I did my degree. I couldn’t believe it when, in second year for some subjects, I found people who had effectively demonstrated, during lectures, that they hadn’t a clue and were incapable of finding one.

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  3. Tom Merriman says:

    There’s complaining, and there’s complaining, Col. Anything destructive, in my eyes, obliterates the point no matter how valid it may be.


  4. Desdi says:

    Preach on my brother, preach on…


  5. All for the birching of bad boys; spare the rod and spoil the child.

    A “bloody good hiding” as it was termed when I was a boy didn’t do me much harm;

    Then again it probably didn’t do much good either.


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