For old John Bull`s tombstone
Here moulds the body of old John Bull
Who relished his love - life to the full.
His unworried love-trysts all fullfilled,
Securely condomed, coiled, and pilled.
Unaware that hereditary interfering
would lead to ethinical disappearing,
Until-waking up and looking round -
only strange foreign -features found,
That the ancient Britain he had known
Had somehow disappeared and flown,
And his pleasant land so green and fair
Was now, somehow, no longer there.
So, observing all that he had cherished
Shrivelled, withered, old, and perished.
Old John and his old English values died
..........................Of contraceptual suicide.
M.C. Newberry
Mon 30th Mar 2015 15:54
Infused from elsewhere, the country's full -
With less room and time for old John Bull!
It's plain to him (not exactly skittish)
That Blighty now seems more like "Blitish"!