(Prompted by one of those unsolicited nuggets of life coaching wisdom you get on Facebook)

I don’t judge the woman or man that’s within

By their race or religion or colour of skin,

Their sexual preference, gender or age

And even cut slack to those wearing beige;

I hold all as equals from whichever nation

But rather I judje you by you’re punctuation,

You’re speling like what all us good awther’s do

And also how you keep you’re poem to a very good rithm two.