Technique

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Her husband works in Jodrell Bank,

He's home late in the morning,

Had he been a lawyer,

He wouldn't work for pennies.

In the morning I go walking,

It helps the hurting soften,

I've seen a lot of places,

'Cos I miss her very often.

But I could never work there,

What a shame that I'm not clever,

It's for men with horn rimmed glasses,

And four distinguished A Level passes.

What chance so long ago,

I buried something I should know.

Verse and chapter they unfurl,

And sprinkle it upon the world.

Name it.

Technique !

Their eyes don't fill

With wonder when you speak,

And I loathe the stilted

Way you make me speak.

Without recourse to

Lying distortion or cheating.

Technique !

Their eyes don't fill

With wonder when you speak,

And I loathe the stilted

Way you make me speak.