Oh Dear!

Oh dear, oh dear,
It seems you're queer,
In matching,
Red, white, blue,
In case you know,
To where we go,
We'll make mash out of you,
Yours, the place with right of arms,
And poisoned spiders, causing harm,
And yours, the place without a Queen!
See, USA's not as it seems,
Sure, I'll admit, Obama's cool,
But your crisp flavours, meagre! Cruel!
See, we know how to have a feast,
Without deep frying every piece,
Just watch the shops,
You'll find the proof,
The prices are all,
Through the roof!
You think you're cool,
With all your states,
But, Britain has,
Much better traits.