A world gone mad

In an ever changing world where everything has to be P.C..

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A world gone mad

A little girl, snot on her nose

Can't wipe it clean I suppose

Don't touch the belts on their laps

In case I get accused perhaps.

'But can I hold your hand for a while'?

(They're frightened of some paedophile)

And even though I've been cleared

The parents' still can live in fear.

The world has changed, it's now so sad

Their cynical minds think all is bad,

And all the teachings that we've had

Have now become a pastime fad.

Sports day now a thing of the past

Blackboards (now white) have disappeared fast

And Nursery rhymes all politically correct,

Seen as sexist, racist or corrupt, I expect.

A skipping game through fields and trees,

A little boy has grazed his knee.

But I can't touch his wounded scar

In case they think I'll go too far.

Copy right Linda Lawrence

July 2003