Be Civil.A daft old womanTold me a joke,Thinkin' I was oneOf the herrenvolk.She thought her jokeWas really great,But it ain't funnyIf it's based on hate.My skin is whiteBut my blood is red.Act like a racist,I'll wish you dead.I just don't careWhat colour your face is.I only hate peopleOn a personal basis.It really seemsQuite plain to seeWe're all enrichedBy var-i-et-ee.All of us humansAre one big race.If you can't be civil,Then shut your face!
Laila's Hat.(Dedicated to Laila Chaudhry, child surrealist philosopher, and inspiration for this poem.)Little Laila, year 'n' a half,Wore her potty for a laugh."Take that thing from off your head,"Little Laila's mummy said."Don't be so unclean and grotty,Not a hat, it is a potty."Little Laila smiled at that.She said, "No, it is a hat."Laila's mummy made a fuss,Said, "My child's a genius."Such a speech from one so young"Shows great mastery of the tongue."But, when all's been done and said,She had a potty on her head.
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