This little Ditty was born after pondering all those people, who in bars, commuter trains and especially dinner-parties, loudly announce how they ‘want to make a difference’ and put themselves on a par with Mother Theresa because they once put £1 in a disaster appeal collection tin. The ones who announce what a disgrace it is that kids have to walk miles to drink from contaminated puddles after discussing their favourite sports drink!
They are the complete opposite of the people who leave careers to work giving aid overseas or give their time to man school crossings, helplines or soup kitchens at xmas.
I’m revolted by the former and humbled by the latter.
Oooh! Maybe this is why I don’t get invited to dinner-parties any-more?
I could be a dashing Pirate King,
and with a cutlass rich purses rip,
folk would songs about me sing,
shame I have no ship.
Or I could be a gentleman thief,
breaching any alarm I’m shown,
stealing to give the poor relief,
if as clumsy I was not known.
So instead I’ll be a noble Knight,
fighting for good of course,
taking a stand for what is right,
ah, hang on I’ll need a horse!