The English Abroad
This poem was written for our pub poetry group at The Barking Dog . The theme, with it being held on St George's Day, was England/The English. I hope you enjoy reading it! The English Abroad (An ode to Flanders and Swann) The English are best. The English are best. The English are coming; we're impeccable guests. All of the others are rude, foreign pests. The English, the English, the English are best. The lads are on tour And it’s the girls’ big weekender And dad and his golf mates are off on a bender. The English are best. The English are best. We're off on our jollies, in need of a rest. Sun, beer and sex is our only request. The English, the English, the English are best. We’re off on a plane to your unspoilt land and we'll speak LOUDLY and S-L-O-W-L-Y SO YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. THE ENGLISH ARE BEST. THE ENGLISH ARE BEST. On holiday, we're always impeccably dressed. We'll turn up at the restaurant in flip-flops and a vest. The ...