Yellow Pasty Cavalcade
I've heard that folks that are from the U.K.
Are snotty and stuffy and no fun to play
At Scrabble, insisting I'm lacking a "u"
An changing is something they simply don't do
What's the deal with their teeth, I simply must ask
And Princess Anne should consider a mask
Joining with Europe still fills them with dread
And why their insistence on calling zee zed?
I've heard that they'll eat any part of a beast
When tea is on offer, all action is ceased
They taught us the yard, then they took up the "metre"
The streets of their towns are all paved with excreta
They drive on the left (which they know isn't right...)
Their skin is pale and pasty white
Thank goodness a euro weighs less than a pound
For things to complain about surely abound
| Contributors: | Karin, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Ethetran, smrtypnts, F, loaf, N. |
| Poem finished: | 24th September 2003. |