A PLEB’S WHAT I AM
A pleb’s what I am not a Sir nor a Ma’am.
Unelected monarchy I despise
built on a history of plunder and lies
heavily subsidised by the State
a life of false privilege – something I’d hate
in my mouth there was never a silver spoon
mmm
but if I’m lucky I might be one soon !!
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Michael Edwards (
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Good Morning UNCLE MIKE - Angela here (9:30pm in Sunny Auckland) My Family in Spain are very ARISTOCRATIC and own Vineyards in Rioja (where else ! ?). But then all Sevillianos son Aristocraticos.
BRIAN used to a PLEB when he was a SCOUSER (Liverpudlian) but now he is ESSEX MAN he is looking & acting & even speaking POSH but I still LOVE HIM ! Sometimes He even fancies himself *Como un Guapo Caballero* especially when we are peforming FLAMENCO ! But I thank GOD he is still my Big Teddy Bear *OSO GRANDE* at heart ! Love the ORANGE ROSES our Bridesmaids will be in peah with Orange Rose Bouquets ! *Im Dreamin* of a White Wedding !*
Blessings & Peace to YOU & YOURS
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💙🧡💙
Do they speak posh in Essex - the last bastion of the cockney accent. It's dying out in London and being replaced with a weird street slang - it's all gone barmy.
dunno whether I'm meant to chuckle but I sure am.... not heard the term pleb since I was at school....... then it smacks me in the face...
I've always loved the phrase: From Plebs to Prols - might use it in a poem sometime.
and why not....
I dunno any pleb-like lawyers?! heehee.
Working class stock and worked bloody hard but I got there. Now regarded as middle class but still a pleb at heart - and a daft one at that !!
You got an ology?!
Bugger the spoon, gimmie a good win on the premium bonds.
Hang on to the spoon - when you win you can stir it !
To Quote Frank Zappa
"You are what you is"
I sure is wot I am.
I too am not a pleb, in my life I have music, words, art, nature and the ability to enjoy them all, I might not have a silver spoon but I do have the wonder if life.
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