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Can’t wipe it clean I suppose
Don’t touch the belts on their laps
In case I get accused perhaps.
“But can I hold your hand for a while”?
(They’re frightened of some pedophile)
And even though I’ve been cleared
The parents’ still can live in fear.
The world has changed, it’s now so sad
Their cynical minds think all is bad,
And all the teachings that we’ve had
Have now become a pastime fad.
Sports day now a thing of the past
Blackboards (now white) have disappeared
fast
And Nursery Rhymes not politically correct,
Seen as sexist, racist or corrupt, I expect.
A skipping game through fields and trees,
A little boy has grazed his knee.
But I can’t touch his wounded scar
In case they think I’ll go too far.
Linda Lawrence
July 2003(For Jazmin)