THE PANIC BUTTON
A friend last week had a little lunch.
The Archbishop of Canterbury is found
wondering about sabre-toothed tigers.
Having your heart bombed by the Germans
with the same intensity as the Great Plague
is an unexpected windfall. I’m worrying
about a partially eaten hamburger
and tooth cancer. I’d very much like to blame
everybody over 40, speed humps
and lunatics. It’s like being Enid Blyton
chasing ragamuffins in the front room.
Life is better than watching grandad in a bath
and Granny didn’t worry about that.
She wouldn’t have been allowed stress counsellors.
From In The World: The Clarkson Poems
sourced from And Another Thing: The World According to Clarkson Volume Two.