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The year is 2055 And those who are still alive Live in the 'Nanny State" Without who's help They'd not survive Now enter stage left Mr Smith A designated nanny A nicer man you could not wish to meet Although he's rarely seen out on the street He's bureaucratically discreet His lilting tones Now that's another story They're everywhere In all their glory From loudspeakers Ten a penny Everybody's helping hand To guide you through the day And keep you on the straight and narrow Avoiding stress Avoiding trouble No consternation Or confrontation Welcome to Nirvana Mr Smith is always there Like a parrot on your shoulder Sometimes making mild suggestions Sometimes bolder Don't drop litter on the floor Keep out the cold Close a door Don't waste food Don't ask for more This coming Monday is a designated day No cars to be driven please Be a soldier Stand at ease Public transport's far more healthy Walking's good For the poor And the wealthy Think of all the fuel we'll save Prolong our lives before the grave Oh and no recharging either Champion the cause Of preservation Be a survivor Paul takes the call at half past two His wife Pat has been assaulted What is he to do? The train and bus will take forever It has to be the car now or never Dare he risk it on this designated no car day? Is it safe? He fears it's not But when all is said and done It's all he's got The journey won't take very long And surely in the circumstances... Paul gets in his car and drives Hoping he won't be spotted Until his so called Nanny Strap Welded to his wrist Gives a high-pitched beep And the ever glowing light turns from green to red His stomach muscles twist The strap is sending him a message Nanny is not happy His life is in the balance Before the day is over A judgement will be made A sentence will be passed What will be will be And come midnight it's highly likely he'll be dead Turn the lights off when not needed Let the grass grow longer Park the mower Always thinly spread the butter Capture rainwater from the gutter Tuesday comes and Paul is still alive He's sitting now besides Pat's bed She's Okay too It can be said A swollen eye Her head is sore A thumbnail broken Nothing more Her attacker to a jail cell taken Paul's sentence hanging in suspension His red light now is yellow He'll happily accept his fate Whatever Nanny State's intention The world is large But also small Behind brick walls confining Either way the human psyche's always striving To somehow rise above it all Mr Smith is heading home Another good day been and gone He's standing by an advert hoarding In a queue for bullet boarding Graffiti strewn It isn't pretty Unwelcome in his well run city Not to worry He knows what's needed A designated street art day Eradication That's the way! A warning given A lesson heeded Harmony restored grumpyoldpoet.blogspot.com
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
The Nanny State
The year is 2055 And those who are still alive Live in the 'Nanny State" Without who's help They'd not survive Now enter stage left Mr Smith A designated nanny A nicer man you could not wish to meet Although he's rarely seen out on the street He's bureaucratically discreet His lilting tones Now that's another story They're everywhere In all their glory From loudspeakers Ten a penny Everybody's helping hand To guide you through the day And keep you on the straight and narrow Avoiding stress Avoiding trouble No consternation Or confrontation Welcome to Nirvana Mr Smith is always there Like a parrot on your shoulder Sometimes making mild suggestions Sometimes bolder Don't drop litter on the floor Keep out the cold Close a door Don't waste food Don't ask for more This coming Monday is a designated day No cars to be driven please Be a soldier Stand at ease Public transport's far more healthy Walking's good For the poor And the wealthy Think of all the fuel we'll save Prolong our lives before the grave Oh and no recharging either Champion the cause Of preservation Be a survivor Paul takes the call at half past two His wife Pat has been assaulted What is he to do? The train and bus will take forever It has to be the car now or never Dare he risk it on this designated no car day? Is it safe? He fears it's not But when all is said and done It's all he's got The journey won't take very long And surely in the circumstances... Paul gets in his car and drives Hoping he won't be spotted Until his so called Nanny Strap Welded to his wrist Gives a high-pitched beep And the ever glowing light turns from green to red His stomach muscles twist The strap is sending him a message Nanny is not happy His life is in the balance Before the day is over A judgement will be made A sentence will be passed What will be will be And come midnight it's highly likely he'll be dead Turn the lights off when not needed Let the grass grow longer Park the mower Always thinly spread the butter Capture rainwater from the gutter Tuesday comes and Paul is still alive He's sitting now besides Pat's bed She's Okay too It can be said A swollen eye Her head is sore A thumbnail broken Nothing more Her attacker to a jail cell taken Paul's sentence hanging in suspension His red light now is yellow He'll happily accept his fate Whatever Nanny State's intention The world is large But also small Behind brick walls confining Either way the human psyche's always striving To somehow rise above it all Mr Smith is heading home Another good day been and gone He's standing by an advert hoarding In a queue for bullet boarding Graffiti strewn It isn't pretty Unwelcome in his well run city Not to worry He knows what's needed A designated street art day Eradication That's the way! A warning given A lesson heeded Harmony restored grumpyoldpoet.blogspot.com
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
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