Songagram ForOurTimes

THE following is an anagram of No Milk Today by Herman’s Hermits.

Tony Crafter, Sevenoaks, Kent.

No mail today, the postmen

are on strike,

They weep: ‘The job’s too tough, and we don’t earn enough.’

No luck today, the clock says

half-past five,

No post has come at all,

it’s unacceptable.

They don’t know that today is

my birthday,

They don’t care, they only

want more pay,

They don’t know I’ve had no

birthday cards,

They don’t care, how it has hit

me hard.

No work today, don’t think of

goin’ out,

The trains are all to hell, yeah,

they’re on strike as well. Around the nation the

platforms all stand bare, Stations lay empty and many

are unmanned, Commuters stranded, the

Union don’t care,

They don’t give a damn.

The traffic’s jammed, and all

come to a halt,

The Just Stop Oil brigade sit

glued to the highway. While bobbies make them

sweet hot chocolate drinks, The drivers watch and moan,

‘We just wanna get home.’ How could the mob treat

working people so?

Well, most of them don’t work,

so, hey, why would they know? How’d they get there to make

the dumb protest?

And not use any fuel? A horse

and cart we guess!

No Queen today, she sadly

passed away,

Now, ‘God save the King’, is

what we folk all sing.

Now all that’s left is a land

bleak and lonely,

A much beloved Queen’s

faded away,

She was the best of Queens,

our one and only,

We mourn her each day. No peace today, in warstricken Ukraine,

The brave war that they fight’s

a symbol of what’s right. Let’s stand by them, they must

not be alone,

If they’re allowed to fall, then

bomb-mad Putin’s won. Now all free speech is

forbidden, ‘Why?’ we pray, ’Cos snowflakes all say you’ll

upset someone some way, So don’t be cancelled, keep a

lid on what you say,

And hope common sense may

come back some fine day? No safety for the women in

towns’ loos,

They’re non-binary now, you

must share them with males. Now all we have’s a mad,

damaged society, Commanded by mad,

damaged minorities, Now all that’s left’s a cold

bleakness and blackness, A few woke folk sucking

people’s joy away,

Now all that’s left is ...

Nothing.