The Stone of Free Speech

We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
I feel I should have something to say
About poverty, injustice and getting fair play
Disability, ethnicity or just being gay
About all the wonderful flowers of May
Or the lessons of life to be learnt on the way

The trouble is…
I really don’t have much to say – to me it’s just another day
Oh dear – it’s Primrose Hill next, do you know the way?
We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
I should speak out, I should not shrink
Regale you with tales of my life on the brink
Of fancy coats of ermine and mink
Or roller skating at Queensbury rink
Or double entendres, nudge, nudge, wink, wink

The trouble is…
My mind’s on the blink – I just can’t think
Oh dear–do you know how to get limescale off my kitchen sink?
We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
I could be brave, I could be frank
I could tell you how the Titanic sank
Or solve the problems with all the world’s banks
A creepy story, dark and dank
Or how to dig a septic tank

The trouble is…
I just can’t think – my mind’s a blank
I say – just why did pirates walk the plank?
We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
Speak out loud and the truth will unfurl
What’s it like to be a lord or an earl?
Deep sea diving to find a pearl
Highland games to toss and hurl
Does eating bread crusts make your hair curl?
The trouble is…
I just can’t think – my mind’s a whirl
I say – do you think Victoria will have a boy or a girl?

We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
I’d say a lot if I were able
Recite to you an Aessop’s fable
Draw a plan for a gateleg table
Explain the workings of the telegraph cable
Decipher the bars on a barcode label
The trouble is…
My mind’s switched off – I hit disable
I say – what really happened to Auntie Mabel?
We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
I’d tell you why, if I could dare
We have not time to stand and stare
What happened in the dragon’s lair
The truth behind the Dalotek affair
How I lost my shirt on a chestnut mare

The trouble is…
I’ve lost the will – I just don’t care
Oh dear – do you think I’ve put the right colour in my hair?
We’re at the Stone of Free Speech
I could tell you tales of mirth and woe
All about the marchers who came from Jarrow
My patented design for a new wheel barrow
The mysterious disappearance of the little house sparrow
Or how to grow the world’s largest marrow

The trouble is…
My mind’s grown dim and my thoughts rather narrow
Oh dear – do you know the time of the last bus to Harrow?
 
 
 

Copyright 2019 Mike Gee

 
 
 
 
 
 
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