Cry God For Harry, *ngland and Saint George

This royal throne of kings, this septic  isle
This earth of majesty, this seat of arse
This other Eden, semi-demi-paradise
This fortress built by wankers for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy weed of men, this little world,
This pretentious stone set in a silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a hole,
Or as a moat defensive to a mouse,
Against the envy of less happier lands; (yeh right!)
This **** plot, this swamp, this realm, this Engerland.

Hardy