When, as an offspring,
You watched Zebedee bounce in,
Your Adam’s apple used to be a yo-yo
Laughing along to The Basil Brush Show.
Now, there’s a generation gap between
What you are and what you’ve been.
Although, as an adult,
You still take aim with your child’s catapult;
When, for example, office bullies in their company ties
Pick on you, having nicknamed you four-eyes,
Wearing your plastic pair of rose-tinted specs
With lenses made of playground perspex.
Getting told off for being a daydreamer
It’s only that you’re a wishful thinker.
So, you call it a day; Time for bed!.
As that early gogglebox killjoy habitually said.