An Ode To Little Englanders Poem by DM W

An Ode To Little Englanders



O philistine place
Filled with Little Englanders!
Here petty gossip,
Beer and football reign supreme.
This land has never
Gotten used to not having
An Empire. Now it
No longer rules the waves, it
Hides itself away
From the world like a scowling
Spoilt, petulant child.
It's about time it grew up!

An Ode To Little Englanders
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