Gumption, Pluck and Phlegm

Great Britain began in sixteen-oh-three
With a learnéd and shrewd sort of king,
Who had the good sense not to play it too free
With his God-in-the-monarchy thing.

Great Britain went on through years and decades
Of greatness and Britishness, too;
By conquest and massacre, rapine and raids,
And all that is jolly and true.

Great Britain has long since passed its high noon,
And may shortly wind down to a stop
With a technocrat geek, a mendacious poltroon,
And an ignorant, panicking fop.

Caminicker Bandycleg