Dirty British Coaster

by Englishman 3 Replies latest jw friends

  • Englishman

    Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
    Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
    With a cargo of ivory,
    And apes and peacocks,
    Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

    Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
    Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
    With a cargo of diamonds,
    Emeralds, amethysts,
    Topazes, and cinnemon and gold moidores.

    Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
    Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
    With a cargo of Tyne coal,
    Road-rail, pig-lead,
    Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

    Ah yes, from the Quinquiremes of Empire to the tube train bombs of those who now hate us.. truly we are now just a Dirty British Coaster indeed..



  • stillajwexelder

    wow e-man you are being philosophical - at the late hour of nearly midnight BST

  • ballistic

    Ar, except we're now more likely to be importing all that stuff than sending it out, and the stuff coming in is now either banned or taxed.

  • GentlyFeral

    Hey, thanks, E-man - I was just thinking about this poem today. The first two verses summarize my childhood reading matter very aptly.

    gently feral

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