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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.

 

◄ Rose

Everyone knew but me. ►

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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"!

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Harry O'Neill

Mon 30th Mar 2015 00:37

What brought this on` was was reading again (on a coach trip
with my fellow old halt and lame) Leigh Hunts famous lines
/Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)/ awoke one
night from a deep dream of peace/ ...and someone`s (I think
Chesterton`s ) skit: /Abou Ben Adhem, may his tribe decrease
/by virtuous birth control and die in peace/...together with all
this UKIP stuff about immigration...and Western (and Chinese!)
ageing populations...and the fact that no one ever seems to ask
why there is room for all these immigrants.

As the grandson of Irish settlers who owes more than I can say to
someone who came over from Barbados many years ago to nurse
us, my own position is gratitude.

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