[peachy]

I thought I'd lower the tone right down with what is probably Philip Larkin's most well-known poem. I definitely don't agree with the gloomy old s**'s sentiments in the last verse, but it is still the one I quote from quite often (I've censored it slightly, of course).

This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin

They ******* you up, your mum and dad,
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were ********* up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself.