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My Taste of Honey...

They just vanished us poor working class stiffs
up the fundament of some other class
it's just like they are all taking the piss,
 
But, not on the Box, there, we don't exist  
were we deemed crude, coarse, not the right sort, crass?
they just vanished us poor working class stiffs...
 
Even the soaps now, all middle class twits,
but in kitchen sink dramas, we're a blast!
now it's like they all are taking the piss
 
Once we were legion now, nary a whiff,
even our factories overgrown with grass
it's just like they are all taking the piss
 
The Bard greasy-joan'd us or coxcombed quiffed
we got parts but joke ones or, we get bashed
it's just like they are all taking the piss
 
But, I'd love to bring back to Jo, her Jeff,
In 'A Taste of Honey ' though, they're mismatched,
They just vanish us poor working class stiffs  
It's just like they are all taking the piss...
 
Written by Rew
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Author's Note
Box = TV
Greasy Joan in the poem " Winter "
Coxcomb in taming of the shrew
A Taste of Honey. 1958 play by Shelagh Delaney. Filmed 1961
I aways wanted Jeff (Geoff) to go back to Jo.
Every time I watch it I think this time, this time, surely, he will go back but...
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