Pardon My Simplicity

It would be pedantic to say There’s method in logic Which everyone knows is the Last refuge of the unthinking man. Often used in place of common sense,

Rather humourless at any time And very hard to rhyme.

In days gone by

Keep it simple was the cry, Long gone, overtaken by a driving need

In the world today to be politically correct.

Who started this fashionable fad, Must quite simply have been mad. It’s spread like a forest fire.

It has us looking over our shoulder In case we have offended rules That no one knew existed.

It’s quite a test, so we

Look forward with the rest

To the day when sanity prevails, And life resumes its simple quest.