America, Land Where Meiosis Reigns
I've heard that the folks in the U S of A
wear Braves caps backwards and constantly pray
For a facial rub with an oily rag
And sometimes wear a grocery bag
Tied to their belts, filled with snacks
When hunkered down, they show their cracks
In their enormous denim'd butts
They settle into La-Z-Boy ruts
Then watch their football, beer in hand
And get too sloshed to even stand
America, land of overindulgence!
May we bask in your effulgence!
They spell some words without the "u"
Words like behavio*r, savio*r, and tr*e
And use superfluous words a lot
On the Queen's English they are a blot
But leave us not be too unkind
Our unspelled "r's" they'll never find
One thing the Yanks are good at, though
Is idoliZing those who make much "dough"
Even foxes guarding hens
Sometimes gaze through rosy lens
Or go, like laid-back Yank folk, "with the flow"
Although it's mostly for show
We Britons have but failings few
To our principles we always hold true
Never let our feelings brew
Or let the pattern run askew
Fish and chips, cups of tea
Made the Empire great, say we
Cricket on the village green
Starving the Irish and saving the queen
We like to keep our humour dry
And view "abroad" with jaundiced eye
Our food is bland, and boiled well
We never shout, we never yell
We'll not forgive the Germans yet
(Although we like the ones we've met)
And the battle for the sunbeds
The chief of our Iberian dreads
We made the sports the whole world plays
(Although we never win these days)
We gave you scones and fish 'n chips
You gave us muffins, chips 'n dips
Contributors: | Ethetran, Dassn't Say, loaf, F, e, Karin, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Georgette, Padfoot, fester, snood, N, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 25th September 2003. |