FOLKS . . if you've landed here from the Sepia Saturday Linky of 16th. July it's because I entered No.31 on the lists wrongly. My Sepia Saturday is one post up . . HERE! Sorreeeee!
Alicia wants her followers and fans to set their scene this week in an "Anger Management Class". Hmmm . . . I came upon this . . er . . event, in that most respectable organ of the British press, the "Guardian," and it set me thinking.
Watch It, Buster! Or Rather . . DON'T
Before we got our kit off
We were often really cross.
We had to take a lot of schtick
from husbands, kids and boss.
We yelled at taxi-drivers
threw tantrums in the street.
Amelia bopped a copper!
That was really indiscreet.
Rage drives some to the bottle.
Some try the primal scream.
So the "Make Friends With Your Anger"
course seemed Heaven sent, a dream.
We sat and scowled and grumbled
till the Leader said "Why not
throw couture out the window?
Besides, the weather's hot."
A little jolly dancing
while our bra-smoke filled the air
made everyone feel calmer.
Most things look better bare.
The creep who owned the meadow
said "Now here's a wondrous thing!
My hayfield's full of naturists
all goin' with a swing."
"I ain't seen nothing like it"
this slimy voyeur said.
"Would one of you young ladies
accompany me to bed?"
Outraged we fell upon him
and thrashed him black and blue
which, if you think about it
is not what one should do
because we made his eyes pop out
by hoofing on his grass
to help us deal with anger
in our Adult Evening Class.