I have just about managed to get my entry in on time for the Blogger’s Bash Competition with the theme of ‘Royalty.’ I hope you enjoy this bit of silliness.
Charlie was hosting a party for the wedding of Harry, his son
“To hell with stuffy formalities, I want this party to be fun!
A rollicking frolicking, knees up, chance to let down one’s heir for a while
I will show that young Meghan Markle, we royals can party with style.
Now, what about the guest list? I’d better invite Mum and Dad
Anne and Eddie and of course Randy Andy, he still thinks that he’s Jack the Lad
And who can forget Camilla? My beloved trouble and strife
She loves a bop and a booze up, and a sneaky cig does my wife.
Kate and Wills will be desperate, to leave the kiddies at home
Wills can show off his ‘Dad Dancing’, so unbecoming for an heir to the throne!
Mike and Zara are bound to be up or it, Eugenie and Beatrice of course too,
Best I don’t invite Fergie, I can’t have her spoiling our do!
My Harry loves a good shindig, being a bit of a lad in his youth
Splashed all over the tabloids, drunken and acting uncouth.
Mind you, Dad is really no better, with the off-colour jokes that he makes
He dishes out plenty of insults, along with his many handshakes!
I need to choose some good music to make the party go with a swing
I hope they haven’t invited those Spice Girls, there’s only one of them that can sing!
There seems so much more to that Meghan, although she appears very nice
She is no shrinking violet, and has been around the block once or twice!
As long as they are both happy, which they seem to affirm
Then as Harry’s proud father, I will welcome her into ‘The Firm! ‘
Now I am quite an old-fashioned, traditional woman as some of you might have noticed. I am also partial to using some out-dated words or phrases as we have such a rich and beautiful language. It is a shame to let them disappear into the mists of time, shrivelling up with lack of use.
I have noticed something disturbing over the years, however, that has become more prevalent as technology advances and the world becomes smaller. The fact that I have a young daughter who likes to keep up with the latest fads and trends also brings this home to me, and I don’t like it one bit.
I may not be the best at writing, I understand that my grammar leaves a lot to be desired at times, and I am careless and shoddy with my proofreading (I know, being the Typo Queen is not something to be proud of). However, I do try to make sure that I at least make some use of the language that I was brought up with. I become very annoyed that my mother-tongue is being messed about with, chopped up and put in a blender, then coming out with chunks in it that I am unfamiliar with!
Now, I do not wish to offend anyone at all, this is my opinion, and being a bit of an old ‘stick in the mud’ I like the language just the way it is, thank you very much.
To illustrate my point, here are a few examples
Text Talk WTF??? (See, I can do some of the trendy abbreviations). You will probably not be surprised to know that when I text someone, I write the whole lot out in full, complete with punctuation. I know, I am extremely uncool, (but I do love a smiley face). I hate all of this cul8tr stuff. I mean, what the hell is that? The first time I saw it I tried to read it as a word, thinking it was ‘culture’ and that someone has pressed the 8 by mistake and did it in a hurry, (Something I am always guilty of).
All these abbreviations are fine,(if you can understand them), but I do worry that our kids are losing the art of writing. I remember when I was at school we had to learn how to write all the different types of letters, like formal, business and personal using the appropriate greeting, and signing off correctly, which I am not sure they still teach despite the fact that letters do still need to be written on occasion.
The other thing I get annoyed about is nicking words from other languages when we have perfectly good ones of our own! Miss Hap does it all the time (she knows it annoys me).
“Mum, have you got any Bobby pins?”
“What? Oh, you mean hair grips”!
You get the idea. Or this habit of calling each other ‘bruv!’ I am not your bloody bruv, nor am I your ‘mate!’
I know I am getting to be a moany Old Codger but I can’t help it. Is it just me or do you despair at the way language is evolving?