Backing into battle
With our buttocks gleaming white
We are rogered for Her Majesty
And Britannia’s ruling might.
The enemy may raise his flag
Upon our flaccid pole
For the Queen’s most heartfelt wishes
Are that we should be the swishes
Fed will-nilly to the fishes
In our British glory hole.
Olé.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Backing into battle
With our buttocks gleaming white
We are rogered for Her Majesty
And Britannia’s ruling might.
The enemy may raise his flag
Upon our flaccid pole
For the Queen’s most heartfelt wishes
Are that we should be the swishes
Fed will-nilly to the fishes
In our British glory hole.
Olé.