Strictly Speaking

Amid the silver seas of British cod
Beneath the passport blueness of the skies
From which stout Churchill watches next to God
And chlorinated poutry freely flies -
To roam these sunny uplands and be fit
We must dispense with any moral flab,
And this is why our values now permit
We leave the club and don't pay up the tab.
There was a time when bllking was an act
Confined to bounders, cads and dirty dogs;
It's patriotic now, because in fact
The club we're leaving's just a lot of wogs.

Spiffy Whistler