To make the grade in Biggleswade. <br />Teatime is taken seriously. <br />The cake you serve must be home made <br /> and rather plain not too fancy. <br /> <br />Of course the table must be laid <br />with your best china on display <br />A snow white cloth the finest made. <br />Things must be done the proper way. <br /> <br />The good ladies of Biggleswade. <br />Intent on keeping standards high, <br /> will try their hardest to persuade <br /> new ladies that they must not buy <br /> <br />Rich fresh cream cakes to serve for tea. <br />They must maintain tradition. <br />I’m not convinced too easily <br />and so I wait’ til they have gone. <br /> <br />My man and I prefer our tea. <br />Strong hot and sweet from half pint pots. <br />We eat while watching the TV. <br />We think they are a stuffy lot. <br /> <br />But we are not from Biggleswade <br />and we do things a different way. <br />More casual not stiff and staid. <br /> More suited to the world today. <br /> <br />We don’t fit in, in Biggleswade, <br />we do not like formality <br />we never will I am afraid. <br />But we don’t care we’d rather be <br /> <br />allowed to live the way we choose. <br />And not by rules we must obey. <br />So quite politely we refuse <br />and send the ladies on their way. <br /> <br />The leading ladies of the town. <br />The great and good of Biggleswade. <br />I am quite sure have marked us down <br />Unsuitable to make the grade. <br /> <br />Sunday,13 June 2010 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maintaining-standards/
