THE APOSTROPHE
The apostrophe is often either missing or used incorrectly. Few seem to know where to put it, that’s if they care, or perhaps have no knowledge of it’s existence in the first place.
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The Apostrophe rules no more,
The diacritical mark,
Shown the door,
Literally speaking…. a catastrophe,
How’d this come to be ?
Did it’s job, gave clarity,
No ambiguity or unintended plurality,
Questions of possession,
Tied by the apostrophe,
Expressed like it oughta be,
Killed off by. . . .
21st century. . . Apathy.
The apostrophe is often either missing or used incorrectly. Few seem to know where to put it, that’s if they care, or perhaps have no knowledge of it’s existence in the first place.
***
The Apostrophe rules no more,
The diacritical mark,
Shown the door,
Literally speaking…. a catastrophe,
How’d this come to be ?
Did it’s job, gave clarity,
No ambiguity or unintended plurality,
Questions of possession,
Tied by the apostrophe,
Expressed like it oughta be,
Killed off by. . . .
21st century. . . Apathy.
BLUES
&
TWO’s.
Lights and sirens fill the air,
The traffic knows not from where,
The big yellow truck makes it’s way.
Against the clock, they’ve been set,
Eight minutes from anywhere,
They go by road, not by air.
How can that be thought fair?
Crew on scene,
Scissors out, cutting shirt,
The pads go on,
Stand clear ! Stand clear!
Electric shocks course across the heart,
Hoping for a pump restart.
An output shows, Hooray! Hooray!
They’ll all meet another day,
To reminisce how close he came,
To God’s eternal bliss.
The fellow who’s lost his rag and punched the wall again,
Only has himself to blame.
For the Ambo crew, it’s part the game,
To visit the lame,
Whom damaged hand through lack of restrain,
Saving lives, treating pain,
Without much by way of financial gain.
But here’s a dreadful irony,
Old lady with chest pain,
Waited too long to make her plea,
Didn't want to be a bother, see,
That’s it for her, no crew to send,
She’ll not be on the mend,
Arrest she will and depart this earth.
So thanks a lot for paying taxes,
But the fist versus wall got in first,
He’ll be out tomorrow to slake his thirst
And no doubt repeat the act again.
No end to the night shift, or the day.
No sleep and overruns,
Attending drunks and over-anxious Mums.
Another call comes into control,
A baby blue with seconds left !!
Two breaths in, start compressions.
Two fingers, middle chest,
Do it now! The caller’s told,
Tis time for someone to be bold,
In 999 it’s life and death,
Except when some total tosser’s drunk too much.
But it gets worse,
The politicians far behind the lines,
Dictate that people power doth prevail,
O’er common sense, respect and decency,
And indeed responsibility,
They set the targets that mean nought,
Its votes they want, they can be bought.
God Bless the Emergency services.
