Little Britain

Little Britain

They call us little Englanders,
well, what a flaming nerve.
While they snivel and they grovel
to the Eurocrats they serve.

Because we put our country first
and remain both loyal and true
they tar us all as racists.
I can’t credit it, can you?

We never said that you have to be white
to be English or Catholic or C of E.
So what gives them the right to put words in our mouths
when I thought we were meant to be free.

They wouldn’t stand for it in Germany
and not a chance in France
yet when Brussels plays the fiddle
British folk must dance.

Well, we are proud to be British
and we’d shout from the highest steeple.
But now it seems our Parliament has turned
it’s back upon its people.

About the author

MarjiT
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I am a wife of 44 yrs and a devoted Granny to 2 beautiful grandsons. I still work at the moment as I dont retire for another 18 months.....and counting!! I have written poetry since I was 7 yrs old, its good for the soul y'know! Hope ypu enjoy my rambing rhymes....

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