The Class Act Poem by jan hansen

The Class Act

It dawned on me to get ahead in life, I had to speak
proper the way words are laid out in books
It is hard to talk posh I had to write down what
I was going to say when meeting friends or if they
approved of the new me.
"Good evening, my good man; have you travelled far? "
For heaven's sake, Oscar, I live next door to you
"Good evening, my landlord, two glasses of your best
ale please." What! !
Don't mind him bar-keep is trying to be posh, two
pints of lager as usual (some friends)
My mother was proud, told friends: "my son wears
a tie, I think he is courting."
I dropped my posh accent when turned down for
a job I wanted; they said I spoke too slowly and had no
Personality.