The Redundant Fist

The Redundant Fist

A Poem by Neville

The Redundant Fist

 

There was once a day

there most

certainly was, way back

in the day, that is ..


 

When his word was nowt

but a clip

round the proverbial ear ..

Until it occurred

to them both, that is ..

 

You get just one crack of

the whip

nowadays, and any old way

it’s pointless, to try

and rule, entirely by fear ..

© 2022 Neville


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In my day at school if you got whacked by the headmaster, you got another one when you got home. Words not the belt. You don't instil confidence in children by creating an environment of fear. However, there is a general lack of discipline these days which I put down to bad parenting. A subject which could be tackled at school level.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago

To near quote that much feared Emperor of days of yore J.C
I came, I saw, I concur .......... read more



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Tongue twisted brain bended pen, tended to right wrong song all a long way to say ... nothing?



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Neville

1 Year Ago


I assure you, I will try to do better next time ..
In my day at school if you got whacked by the headmaster, you got another one when you got home. Words not the belt. You don't instil confidence in children by creating an environment of fear. However, there is a general lack of discipline these days which I put down to bad parenting. A subject which could be tackled at school level.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago

To near quote that much feared Emperor of days of yore J.C
I came, I saw, I concur .......... read more

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