Friday 6 January 2017

Passion and Virtue with Emily Bronte (17)

Passion and Virtue with Emily Bronte
1
When Emily Bronte travels through time
Surprise of surprises, she’s still in her prime
With her beauty and passion a rare treat today
In an age when good standards fail to hold sway

She’s certainly a lady that’s of the old school
And will never roll over like some modern fool
That makes the mistake of wanting to look cool
And be nothing like Grannie with her knitting wool
Chorus
Oh Emily Bronte, had I realised she was here
I would have taken her out for a meal and a beer
And then for an encore with the lights turned on dim
I’d have shared my one virtue to the sound of a hymn

2
When Emily Bronte appears on the scene
She’s pretty and young and not a has-been
With her beauty and charm remaining intact
In the absence of make-up as a matter of fact

With this kind of lady it has to be said
Virtue is respected and so regularly fed
With tears and a florin spared for the poor
And a mug of hot tea for the lad at the door
Chorus
Oh Emily Bronte, had I realised she was here
I would have taken her out for a meal and a beer
And then for an encore with the lights turned on dim
I’d have shared my one virtue to the sound of a hymn

3
When Emily Bronte appears on the stage
Despite having been born in a previous age
She surely will notice the low standards today
And decide on reflection she will soon go away

What have we done to the standards we had?
To dump them so cheaply, we must have mad
Poor Emily Bronte has now returned to her time
Disillusioned with progress while still in her prime
Chorus
Oh Emily Bronte, had I realised she was here
I would have taken her out for a meal and a beer
And then for an encore with the lights turned on dim
I’d have shared my one virtue to the sound of a hymn
And if she once mentioned this new age appeared grim
I would have thanked Emily Bronte for going out on a limb
With no mention of the mess I might have left Miss Bronte in
In the knowledge that time travel will have taken away my sin

The End

© Frankie Spiritu





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