This is England!
Where the glass is half-full and the beer is warm
Where the cricket is crease worn and the diapers dry
You’ll never look into his eye again you miserable squirt
Until you’re face down in the dirt, mopping floors and doing dishes
the english way.
What a man said before he got into bed
suddenly everybody knows
whats in his head and the calculation he shows
must be wrong. I’ll never ever believe it!
Until the day it happens.
Their dangerous eyes prying
The terrorist cries ‘Alah Uh Akbar’
Before blowing himself up a balloon
to celebrate his daughters birthday
Eng-er-land are in
Ger-man-y are out of it
Let us all get drunk! (Eng-er-land to win!)
Please drink responsibly;)
I saw you as like the bark on a stout tree, dark and hard, protecting and essential for the life of the tree.
The sun was present somewhere behind the cloud so it was bright cloud that I saw to the left side of the tree hugging branches and the edges of a squirrel that stuffed its cheeks there.
Upwards there was a hole in the cloud cover and grey sky peered down at me.
Beneath me was grass, green and as I struggled for a metaphor…defiant of the brown soil and man-made faded greys, glorious green, alive and well.