GLOBALISED

 

 My toothpaste comes from Romania,

 My bed comes from Vietnam,

 My coffee was packed in Spain,

 My hand sanitizer originates from Utrecht,

 But my headache pills are British,

 Handpicked by loyal yokels,

 In the paracetamol orchards of Devon.

 I am about to eat some Polish garlic sausage,

 I have just eaten some French jam,

 And sadly,my international consumption

 Could be threatened by a container ship,

 Which is as long as my street,

 Loaded with containers.

 That are full of containers.

 And is jammed in the Suez Canal.

 I need more vaccine from Belgium,

 To ward off infection by a virus,

 Allegedly originating in Chinese bats.

 In fact, I am so globalised that,

 I am becoming spherical in shape.

 Nonetheless I remain.

 Stubbornly almost monolingual 

 And forced to inhabit

 A xenophobic island.