Hello England my old friend,
it's time to celebrate again.
We left you many years ago,
and every year we stage a show.
No hard feelings we hope you know,
we're just happy we let you go.
Every year, fourth of July,
we celebrate we said good-bye.
You're still a pal, a faithful crony,
but we can't handle that royal baloney.
Kings and queens are not for us,
too much fanfare, too much fuss.
We're coffee, cowboys and howdy ma'am,
you're tea, crumpets and Buckingham.
We still love you, don't get me wrong,
we're just dancing to a different song.
So be a sport and celebrate,
join our party on this special date.
Help us observe in your British way,
the freedom we cherish this Independence Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a superb poem, Joe....10+++