Tuesday, 22 June 2010
The British Citizen
I walk to Doggy market to do my weekly shop, I spend my hard earned pennies and buy myself a frock. I use the local Post Office to send out all my mail, I send off all my bills to date without a single fail. The paper boy delivers before I leave for work, I'm working in the city as a office clerk. I venture down to Cornwall or the Lake District for my jolly holidays 'cos foreign makes me sick. I keep up with the gardening, keep it nice and trim, I wash out jars and bottles for recycling. Sundays are for family, I cook a lovely roast, have the neighbours over 'To England' we toast and then the week starts over and I do it all again, for I am the British Citizen the greatest of Gods men.