LAND OF PRETENTIOUS FOOLS

There they sit with our umbrella
as they have since the last war
with short stature and their teeth yellow.
Hypocrites down to their core.

Looking down their potato noses
at all the countries they lost to
trying to strike pompous poses
while waiting for their tea to brew.

but they have such great recent "leaders"
Like...er....um..........well who's there now?
A bunch of sheep and drey ox breeders
if their in bred "men" remember how.

Their people apparently even think poetry
is still alive in their tiny land
as they look toward us when they want to see
any verse that's really grand.

Their latest excuse for a poet?
A turd whose real name rhymes with fairy
who never fails to really blow it
any time he sees any cock that tarries.