last gasp of the Poms

what can you do when you’re a Pom
when you’ve lost so much through the years
the Colonies, respect, the loyal subjects
they’re all gone, now replaced by fears

no longer can they hope to rule
they can’t even win the Ashes
a night at the Proms provides a refuge
with memories of Empire, jewels and sashes

no glory has been seen at Wimbledon
hope is pinned on going Euro
will they prosper with the Tories gone
or will New Labour create new woes?

There’s always the World Cup
you just wait and see
the glory days will return
through a football led recovery

they will build a new Jerusalem
a green and pleasant land
on the foundation of the one two pass
and a bunch of bigots singing in the stands