Two Little Flowers

Come, let us to our heroes' obelisk,
And bow our heads, as bow our heads we ought,
To contemplate, at fairly minor risk,
The peace and Britishness for which they fought.
Come, let us put aside our nation's doubts:
For good clean wars we've always had the knack.
Remember who twice trounced the evil Krauts
And helped with some of Mission Free Iraq.

Dear dead of Albion, enjoy your wake.
Hard-working, proud, obedient and fair -
Our memories will never lay you down.
Witness these flowers, black at heart and fake:
A poppy in the buttonhole of Blair,
A poppy in the buttonhole of Brown.

Crumleigh Gawphle