Pffffft
I don’t know
How about that
I think you are
A bit of a twat
Ive lived a life
Ive lost some words
Grandma cooked
Lemon curds
She’d been bombed
Id been conned
Into the same
No one to blame
Oh wait
Yes there is
Her lemon curds
And mince pies
Meant more then
Their lies
That she learnt
In a blackout
I didn’t learn
In an office
With a shining
Sergeant
And an easy test.