Always Polite.... What do you say, when you can't say the truth society tells you 'rude is uncouth'
When you go out, to a place you dislike The patrons all pout, all looking like pike. You get offered a drink, you always smile sweetly. You offer your thanks, ever so meekly What you really feel like doing is slapping the face of the ignoramus that's running the place
You are so polite, at the school gate, no one gets on your nerves. You smile and you wave, giving all parents the attention they crave. Then you see that one parent, that is always so loud They shout above all, of their voice they're so proud You look away, don't cause a fuss. But really you'd like to see them under a bus.