It’s Sunday morning in the UK and Europe. Time for some good old-fashioned British patriotism, to the tune of Elgar’s ‘Land of Hope and Glory:’
Land of bacon and curry,
Land of endless rain;
Land of friends and family:
Land of joy and pain.
Land of immigration,
Land of racism;
Land where politicians
Talk mainly out their bums.
Land of Boris and Brexit,
Land of quarantine;
No one understands it,
Not even our dear Queen.
Land of isolation
And parties in the street;
Land of deep division
Yet still we call it great.
Land of separation, and
Insularity;
Land of Monty Python
And endless cups of tea:
I love you and I hate you
In equal measure itβs true;
I live my life in exile
Still I belong to you.
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Love it!
Thanks!
Nice!
Hey this is brilliant Ingrid! I lived there once too. :))
Good ol Blighty, eh? π€·ββοΈ
This is great π Made me smile. Thank you π
Iβm very glad it did – we could all use a smile right now π
Love this!
You got me smiling at the word βbumsβ Ingrid. A very amusing poem! Thank you for this π
Can you tell I have young kids who find such words amusing? π€£
Yep – definitely! Haha… π€£
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry! Brilliant.
Really enjoyed that blog. Brilliant.
Thank you so much!