Wither, English willow

George Patterson, an Australian, has offered his thoughts on the Ashes…as a poem.

Food for thought

The MBE is in oversupply
H.M. is in a dither,
English Willow, once straight and true
Now appears to wither.

The Balmy Army of true Brits
Sit within the sheltered bank,
To each award a feathered chapeau
And a ‘Garter’for each shank.

In melodious voice they chant for ‘Reign’
Then give a lusty cheer,
“God Bless our noble saintly George…
But First.. God Bless the Aussie beer!”

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