Sunday, June 1, 2014
St. Pumpkin's Day Ode
To celebrate the naturalization of a British cousin, I wrote this riff on an old family poem.
St Pumpkin's day being near at hand When pols and pundits throughout the land Pursue as one a single mission That fine American tradition: To argue politics at the dinner table Between Tories and Whigs of every label Over who has lost and who is winning, And news made good by husband's spinning. Now see how this tradition strong Has caused even some to cross the pond. To party hearty with the Yanks, It's not enough to just give thanks If you would dare to cross the border, some sacrifice is now in order: Trade mushy peas and lukewarm beer For pumpkin pie and bourbon's cheer. (All differences could be simply filled in though, if you bring a lovely Stilton.) If tired with gloomy cares or sick Of memes dank from a publick thick You Limey lot will condescend to join us as family *AND* friends. So hush you now, we must not hex it With vexatious talk of Trump and Brexit There is no TSA or giant wall that will stop us from joining yall. Blighty's loss is our welcome gain, Come make America great again! Even though the posh might scoff, you shall be welcome as a toff.