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!”