into the habit
of speaking
with a british accent
when bored out of my mind.
i feel smarter somehow,
more witty
and cultural when walking
about.
saying good day old chap,
cheerio, while tapping my
churchill cane
upon the ground,
unpleasant weather we're
having, aren't we?
blimey.
ending every statement
with a question mark.
is it tea time yet?
bloody rain has made
a mess of my garden party,
wouldn't
a ray sunshine be nice,
my love?
we've quite had our fill
of showers, haven't we?
reminds me so much of
the war years when we had
to ration our butter pies,
remember that?
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