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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Rap me on the knuckles with a ruler

“Have you noticed?”
“Noticed what?”
“That he says it all the time?”
“Er….not particularly.”
“I wonder where he got it from?”
“That little ditty.”
“Which one?”
“The ‘my bad’ ditty. I’m never sure if it’s a question or a statement or where he got it from in the first place? That and the cap turned backwards, is giving me cause for concern.”
“Really. Supposed to look cool I guess. How come you're worried about his repeats?”
“Well it just sounds so odd. ‘Bad’ isn’t a word that we use around here.”
“All the kids use it.”
“Do they?”
“Oh yes, it’s just ‘hip’ I suppose, you hear it all the time.”
“Do you? I don’t.”
“Come now, don’t be such an old fuddy duddy. Have you been living under a rock?”
“He’s just trying to fit in with his peer group. You should be pleased that he’s that socially aware.”
“I should?”
“Well it’s a darned sight better than ‘oopsie’ every time he makes a mistake.”
“But ‘oopsie’ is sort of sweet and endearing. ‘My bad’ is……er…….I’m not sure what it is but it definitely sounds odd.”
“Not odd but age and culturally appropriate I think you’ll find. You could learn a thing or two from him yourself!”
“You think I should wear a base ball cap turned backwards?”
“It would certainly update your image a little. Gotta be better than choosing the ‘purple hat’* option. That can come later.”

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens . . .

The ending of the poem pleases its readers when the woman says . . .

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to "wear purple."

Here they are 'not' rapping, more of a touch of brotherly love and helpful interpretation.

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