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)
From Apprecihated World
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