31 August 2012
One is officially thrift, So, obviously, very miffed, At the way you require, To see us desire, So you can say "Pish, posh and spiffed."
I am a Brit, you many agree, Some think one might often say 'we', A commonwealth land, That is monarchy planned, With a proper posh accent degree.
One is now finding a peeve, In starting, quite well, to believe, That you yanky yank yanks, With your y'alls and your pranks, Are trying to steal our tealeaves.
We are cordially aggravated, And we now must announce, quite belated, That your countless pop tarts, And your Twinkie fried farts, Are gaseous and planned as sedative.
Miffed • Opuss № I