"Boys In Green"

Today's the day
All England
Comes out to play
To be sure, to be sure
You know the score.
Nothing wrong with being a Mick
My only English beef
Is with those
Who get their kick
Suddenly being Oirish
One day of the year
As if you need an excuse
To drink some beer.
Belting out the Irish Rover
Just before you topple over
Guinness being your tipple of choice
For your attempt at crooning
In a Jim Davidson fake Paddy voice.
Corporate tifter tat on your head
In which your genuine Irish
Wouldn't be seen dead.
Not knowing your Kilkenny
From your Cork
You might know Danny Boy
But can't talk the talk.
You're no better than
An armchair Man. United fan
Whose professed love from Surrey
Is a total sham.
A small bit of credit
You're just out to have fun
Isn't that what life's about
All said and done?
Better than calling for
Our own English national day
Bleating it would upset immigrants
So we can't have our way.
On second thoughts
I'd rather wear a Guinness hat
Than share our St. Georges'
With racist prats.

Dulwich Poet 17th March 2014

(I have nothing against St. Patricks Day, nor the fact it is celebrated in our country. there are many Irish people, who have been forced to live in our country, by economic neccessity, some by choice as well. But I cannot stand people making idiots of themselves by pretending to celebrate the occassion when the closest they have ever come to having any Irish ancestry is by having put on a bet or two in the past at 'Paddy Power'!)