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Ode to U3A

T' University o' t' Third Degree - or Summat Like That !

A university, A thowt - at my age - a degree?

A'v' got mi bus-pass - chooffin' 'ell - that's nowt to do wi' me!

But then this bloke, 'e tells me "Nay - it's nowt like that at all!

Tha moant be gerrin' werried - just 'av' thissen a ball!

It's wot thi call 'ole-istic' (but nowt to do wi' oyls -

Soul an' mind an' body - not like them rotten schoyls!)

Tha cud do belly-dancin' (or maybe just spectate) (eyoop!)

Thiz walkin', singin', crown-green bowls - A'm tollin' theh, it's great!

An' everyone's that friendleh, tha'll mek a load o' pals

(Aar, theerz anuther thing - tha'll find a lot less blokes than gals!)
Of coorse, th'iz tuns er Culture - but that wayn't be fer thee!
Ten quid a year, and after that, t' vast bulk er t' stuff is free!

An' so A took 'im oop - and goodness me, would you credit it, just a few years down the line, 

Here I am, perorating with all the mellifluous erudite fluency of an Oxford professor of philosophy

But, alas, I can no longer make my lines scan properly - nor for that matter, even rhyme!

 

Paul Whyman ("R-hymin' W-hyman" )