The O.B.'s Club Poem by James Smith

The O.B.'s Club



Lord preserve us from the club of old boys
Their ill founded confidence and the
Braying noise, of their worn out certainties.
Spare us the pomposity that passes for wisdom
Their personal right to govern a kingdom.

Where are the thoughtful, the well informed
The weighers up of pros and cons?
They might do the 'right thing', alas not needed,
Their wise counsel would not be heeded
By the honourable club of simpletons.

Thursday, December 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: government
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shakil Ahmed 03 December 2015

a lovely poem, well presented thoughts thanks for sharing

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James Smith

James Smith

Newcastle upon Tyne
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