Originally Posted by ForeverBeret:
“Is it worth re-posting Lucinda-related poetry on this thread? Is it even legal?”
Lucinda, that bit of posh totty
Found t’other Apprentices grotty
Some were biatches
Some dropped their aitches
Some thought her decidedly snotty.
What more can I say - golly gosh
Such a pity that this bit of posh
And classy young lass,
Felt the vulgar and crass
Had her firmly pinned under the cosh
So she cried - but that was a blip
No more than a momentary slip
The genteel don’t complain
They never explain
They summon that stiff upper lip.
And Lucinda is made of stern stuff
Came the day when enough was enough
So she rammed on her beret
And said “Folks though I’m very
A bit upper crust - I’m still tough.
I am proud and I will not bullied
My name, it will never be sullied
I will not be cowed
By this motley crowd
Why should I - please tell where’s the need?
As I said on TA I’m unique
When it comes to control - I’m a freak
I like my own way
And can honestly say
That I have an exploitative streak
But when it’s a honcho for leading
A chief among men that you’re needing
I’m the one you can rate
My skills are innate
It’s all in the blood - it’s the breeding.
Was the TA result down to luck
Would you agree I’ve shown pluck?
At the end of the day
Would you gainsay
A posh girl who says wtf
