Poem of the Week
Nailed-down in the UK
You‘ve got to nail it down
You‘ve got to screw it tight
And locate it close
To a security light
With a mortice lock
And a secret code
You can’t be too careful
Living on this road
You should take no chances
If you’ve got a few bob
There’s so many out there
Who are on the rob
They will steal away anything
No matter how cheap
Flog it at a boot sale
While you’re still fast asleep
This is the way
We live today
It’s screwed up Britain
It’s the nailed down UK
You need an iron grill
Over your front door
You need window locks
And much, much more
You need invisible markers
You need timed lights
To fool the thieves
When you go out at night
You need neighbourhood watch
You must stay alert
Don’t get too relaxed
Or you might get hurt
You’ve got to shut the gate
Take a backward glance
You’ve got to shred your mail
Leave nothing to chance
This is nailed down Britain
The land of the brave
You must remain ever careful
From cradle to grave
You’ve got to bang it hard
You’ve got to twist the knob
You’ve got to superglue it
It’s an ongoing job
You’ve got to colour code it
With expertise
You can’t be complacent
Or you’ll be on your knees
Just look on the bright side
It’s not really that bad
It compares quite favourably
With Stalingrad
Even so there are times
When you think to yourself
That the light-fingered lads
Should do something else
But this is the way
We live today
It is screwed up Britain
It is nailed down UK
Richard Raftery