English Nostalgia disease.

I’ve got maladies and ailments,

Some are chronic, some sporadic,

Some hang around, some come and go,

But when I see the past through a golden glow,

It’s worse than diabetes, or arthritis in the knees.

I have contracted English

Nostalgia disease.

I want to go back to the glorious nineteen fifties,

When all foreigners were either,

Traditionally quaint,

Or inherently shifty;

When all Englishmen were

Calm and rational, always just and fair,

And if anyone said otherwise,

They pretended not to hear.

Curing this nonsense illness is difficult to crack,

Whenever I think it’s gone,

It comes creeping back

And I want a no deal Brexit

And to get the empire back.

English Nostalgia has infected

My whole culture;

And it’s not the only one

To contract this xenophobia

To want the past to be the future,

Which makes no sense because,

It believes in a past

That never ever was.