God is an Englishman

God is an Englishman,

as everyone knows,

except the Irishman,

who is strongly opposed

to the idea of God raised

on luscious pork pies,

and speaking in Cockney,

yet telling no lies.

He drives a Rolls Royce

over green-earthy moors,

and he waves to his tenants,

in stone castles of yore.

He dreams fondly of Arthur and

Merlin and then

he heads back to London

from whence he began.

God is an Englishman,

as everyone knows,

except the Irishman,

who is strongly opposed,

to the idea of God raised on

kippers and toast,

with a glass of dark ale,

in a pub by the coast.

10 thoughts on “God is an Englishman

  1. Yes. Great little poem. I really do understand the Irish perspective. Could chat moe details than I care to write.

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