Is civilisation quite over?
Are we at the end of the road?
We are, we know, God’s chosen nation.
Why do we follow this farting toad?
Once we were feared and revered
by enemies, friends, and our neighbours.
Now they shake their heads and say, “Weird!”
Is that all there is after all of our labours?
Even so, we prefer not to make much ado.
We are not, after all, Bloody Yanks.
Boris is not quite so bad as Trump is.
For this minor blessing, we must give thanks.
