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Geriatric Rap
On the basis of 'don't knock it 'til you've tried it,' Peter Flint, from Doncaster; grandfather, toy-maker, shed-man & bus pass holder enrolled on a local course for writing performance poetry ... 'rap' to the initiated. He sent us the result which we played on last week's programme. In response to your deafening shouts of, 'More! and 'Where can we get the words!' the whole lyrical event is laid out below...
We've got hearin' aids,
We've got glasses,
Got our special transport passes,
Meet at the Post Office,
Thursday mornin'
Gettin' stronger,
Heed the warnin'.
GREY POWER!
Don't dig reggae
Don't dig rap,
Think 'house' and 'rave',
A load of ... rubbish,
Don't dig Steps,
Don't dig Spice,
Think Daniel O'Donnell's very nice,
GREY POWER!
Don't have no PC,
No mobile phone,
The internet is a no-go zone,
Hate designers,
Hate their gear,
Wear our shell-suits
All the year,
GREY POWER!
Aches and pains,
In every part,
Got a dodgy hip,
Got a dicky heart,
We're old and frail,
But we ain't mugs,
We take our pills,
But we don't do drugs
GREY POWER!
We're kempt and shevelled,
Cool and couth,
Got no time for modern youth,
Don't wear trainers,
Baseball Cap,
Think young folks' clothes
Are rather foolish,
GREY POWER!
A new old wave,
Demographic revolution,
We're defying evolution,
Still livin' life
Still havin' fun,
Time won't stand still,
But we'll make it run,
GREY POWER!
Have you done anything lately outside your normal range of experience?
What was it, and what did you get from it?
How did others react?
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