Poems of the Week

We’s the Bee’s Knees

by Steven Kent

“Slang terms like ‘six-seven’ have no definition. But they’re loaded with meaning”
The Guardian

The kids who spout this gibberish today
Must learn to speak in words both pure and true.
If they should still refuse the proper way,
Hey, 23 skidoo!

We’ll school ’em till the cows come home, for sure,
In phrase and elocution while we can.
Their slang and nonsense, no one should endure—
Your father’s mustache, man!