We Love To Moan! - Poem by Angela Wybrow
As a nation, us British really do love to have a good old moan.
We complain about anything and everything in a really grumpy tone.
We hate it when shop assistants couldn’t care less and are really rude,
Or when, in a restaurant, we have to wait far too long for our food.
Many people complain about their neighbours making too much noise.
They also hate their own homes are constantly littered with the kids toys.
It’s so frustrating when your internet connection is way too slow,
And when automated phone systems, almost make your temper blow.
People really hate to be caught up in lengthy, slow moving traffic queues
And when they have an almighty hangover, as a result of too much booze.
We hate it when our bus, to get to work, is, yet again, running late,
And, when charity workers in the High Street, for money, lie in wait.
It’s annoying when we have to work when the weather is fair,
And when it rains all day, when we’re on holiday and not there.
One of our favourite things to moan about is the state of our health,
And, since we’re in the middle of a recession, the state of our wealth.
We complain when we are feeling bogged down by a heavy workload,
And, when, at the end of the day, our body goes into tiredness mode.
We moan that there’s never anything decent on TV at night,
And when our headache reaches its very highest height.
It’s annoying if you hear a knock at the door and you run downstairs,
In your dressing gown, only to find a uninvited cold caller stood there.
We really hate it when another driver parks in our space,
And, when we’re going on a date and we get spots on our face.
We moan when someone leaves the loo seat up,
And when someone else uses our favourite cup.
We moan when prices in the shops seem way too high,
And we have to cut down on the treats we usually buy.
It’s annoying when someone leaves the towel hanging askew,
And when someone keeps leaving the top off the toothpaste too.
It’s annoying when you’ve just washed muddy footprints off the floor,
And when some walks across it in their boots, leaving you loads more.
It’s horrible when your computer crashes and you lose three hours work,
And when people cough and don’t cover their mouths, so in the air germs lurk.
It’s frustrating when you’re trying to find the end of the Sellotape,
And when people eat their food noisily, and with their mouth agape.
We get tons of pointless junk mail dropping through our doors,
And endless spam email on computers is also a really big bore.
We get angry when, at the airport, there are delays to our flights,
And when on the roads, we encounter ‘road rage’ and people fight.
When walking along, having someone stopping dead in front of you.
Is almost as annoying as getting chewing gum stuck to your new shoes.
It’s annoying when able bodied people park in marked disabled bays,
Leaving the genuinely disabled people having to struggle quite a way.
We are outraged when pet owners don’t clear up after their pooches,
Or when we witness public displays of affection, with teenagers smooching.
We roll our eyes when people talk too loudly on their mobile phones,
And spotting that you have a flat tyre, will always make you groan.
We hate it when we approach traffic lights, which always turn to red,
And people who sniff a lot, when they should be using a tissue instead.
It’s really annoying when people read over your shoulder,
And we also complain when the weather begins to get colder.
Another bug bear is when people jump the queue at the bar,
And when the driver behind you drives too close to your car.
It’s frustrating when someone has turned off their mobile phone,
And all you keep getting is a constantly engaged ringing tone.
It’s so annoying when people drive really slowly in the fast lane,
And when rail companies keep increasing the prices on the trains.
There’s an endless list of things about which we often complain;
Things which often drive us round the bend and almost insane!
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