I'm cross
A minute ago whilst I was watching Bono's and Alicia Keys live version of Don't Give Up I also did something very stupid indeed. I scrolled down the page and read the comments left on YouTube. What's more I clicked at the bottom of the page so I could read what the morons had written on pages 2 and 3. My blood started to heat up before I snapped myself out of it, and I boiled with rage.
I manage to perk myself up a bit by typing how I felt into the Google search engine. I typed I'm Cross and this is the third link I found that seemed to do the trick.
From now on I should just reside myself that folks are ignorant morons. Even those who proclaim to know a lot of what they are talking about can even be wrong, lying about how much they know or exaggerating about how knowledgeable they are. Case and point Neil McCormick
WHEN I’M CROSS
by
Mab Davis (1934)
My mother says when I am cross
As I am now and then,
It’s better not to talk at all,
But count inside, to ten.
‘Cos if you do it slowly
Just like this: one, two, three, four!
By the time you’ve finished,
You’re not angry anymore!
It sounds all right, but then somehow,
It doesn’t work with me,
And when I’ve counted up to ten
I’m cross as I can be.
And so I’ve found another way,
I whisper very low,
And so that no one else can hear
The rudest words I know:
Bother, bloomin’, hang and drat,
Female, blazes, beast and cat.
Golly, blinkin’, pig and mug,
Spit and stomach, bosh and slug.
When I’ve said all these I find
I can feel quite good and kind.
Aunt Jane comes to stay with us,
She’s awfully tall and thin.
She always makes me very cross,
As soon as she comes in.
Because she says ‘Now don’t do that’
And ‘Don’t make such a noise’
She says ‘Be seen and never heard’s
The rule for little boys.’
She tells me not to slam the door,
And not to tease the cat,
And ‘Don’t speak with your mouth full, child’
And silly things like that.
I often think I’d like to throw
An ink pot at her head.
But then I’d get in such a row,
And so I say instead:-
Bother, bloomin’, hang and drat,
Female, blazes, beast and cat.
Golly, blinkin’, pig and mug,
Spit and stomach, bosh and slug,
Then I say it all again,
Out loud I say ‘Yes, aunt Jane.’
I know you won’t believe it,
But I’ve seen it, - and it’s real!
My mummy’s bought a baby girl
Imagine how I feel.
It’s not a nice one, either
‘Cos it’s ugly, and it’s bald.
It’s not the leastest bit of good,
It won’t come when it’s called.
If she’d only bought a puppy
Well, that wouldn’t be half bad!
But to go and waste her pennies
On a baby – makes me mad!
When I first heard about it
I hid down in the shed
At the bottom of the garden,
And right out loud I said:-
Bother, bloomin’, hang and drat,
Female, blazes, beast and cat.
Golly, blinkin’, pig and mug,
Spit and stomach, bosh and slug.
I said another one as well,
I’d better spell this... H-E-L!
She hasn't had the MRI yet that would show whether it has spread to her brain. My cousin Sharon is her only "child", and I was glad to learn that Sharon's two sons are coming home to Virginia for Thanksgiving, one from Tennessee and the other from Colorado. I could just cry!
