Dangerous Passage to the Continent
I wandered lonely up and down
and on my face there was a frown.
I stared towards the barren hills
with all those withered daffodils
and thought of our country's state,
its present plight and future fate,
then pensively sat by a tree
and sipped my cup of English tea.
Our
past – it was so infinitely glorious
and
our armies ever so victorious.
At
home we proudly waved the Union Jack
when
royal members crossed our track.
We
joined the local cricket club,
played
darts in every village pub,
while
noblemen found it quite pleasant
to
stalk a fat domestic pheasant
.
. .
There
was a mighty big endeavour
to
end, yes, virtually sever
all
links with pompous Eurocrats
and
other vicious bureaucrats.
. . .
(a story of 20 verses)
(January 1997
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From Apprecihated World
ISBN 3-00-002184-1
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