Excel At Playing Puck! Poem by Margaret Alice

I’m afraid Mr Spiritual Solution Dyer is not working
for me, his peace that’s to be attained by simply
wishing for it and then accepting it thankfully doesn’t
seem normal or even desirable! His wife insisting
on bearing seven kids for the simple joy of being
a kid-bearing machine is laudable; but I cannot
embrace a fate like that; his repeating how hard
he worked as a kid and how sweet he is to
everybody who crosses his path, makes me feel
doubly mean, I feel like kicking the guy who did
wrong in traffic and then kicking Dyer for being
kind to the undeserving fellow – it is clear his
spiritual book has a very negative influence on
me!

And his insistence that every pestilence and illness
influencing one’s life is a clear sign of the sin of
hindering the power of the godly spirit in, consigns
me to the eternal flames for having the audacity to
flaunt my allergy, such a shocking sign of lack of
spiritualism! Being a court jester at heart, I think
I’ll become more spiritual by reading Spike Milligan;
the nearest to anything spiritual I’ll ever come is
by making sad people laugh and showing sour
people there is a sun; I love grumpy old men;
making them smile against all natural inclination;
making grumpy old women smile gives me even
more delight

As my friend Betsie can attest; I used to mess up
her best attempts at remaining angry and bitter –
it took her quite a while to work up bitterness again!
I’ll leave spiritualism to considerate Mr Dyer and
rather excel at playing Puck!