Soon these Oceans will Breathe your Nation's Flag
The Next White Wave bid your Empire Win
Of all your Faves to Labours your Efforts glad
Now Breed the Cup to place your Feet within
And will such Dream - as Clouds will gladly tell
Care to Raise this Jewel we call the Sun
Feign these Figures as one Critic un-well,
These Tripe-Haste Metaphors ensure your Fun
For what be such Success if Peppered Smiles
Seasoned to Last as any Great Athlete knows
A Pinch on your Cheek; And Gold on your Miles
All where Heart's be Heart your Country's Shine glows.
Still you Conquered - Cakes bittered by Life's Truth
Frost these Doubts - SIGNORA! Then Taste your Youth.