I’d like to make a little poem, about a place I know.
It’s London England, it’s a place we fairly often go.
We take a plane and then a train and then big black car;
We seem to travel very long, but not so very far.
There’s KFC, and Starbucks, and McDonald’s by the score,
Oh no, oh no, that’s just not right, not what we came here for!
We want a pub that smells like smoke, we want to drink small beer,
We want some deep fried cod and chips. We want it made quite clear:
If it wasn’t here in ’59, then don’t show it to us,
We want to pay with shilling coins the double-decker bus.
We want to revel in a time that didn’t move so fast,
We want you all to lose your right to move out of the past.
“Not fair”, you cry, “shame shame on you, you selfish ‘mer’can twat!
Get with the times, it’s progress, love, so stick that in your hat.”
So fine, ok, let progress come, I don’t give a tinker’s dam.
But PLEASE, OH PLEASE, for the love of GOD! Don’t build that CAN OF HAM!
Written as part of the April 2015 A to Z Challenge.