I like to eat crumpets for tea
As I sit here right under a tree.
It’s a maple ,I think,
Though its leaves are bright pink.
I wish you were sitting with me.

I like to drink mt tea in  bed
And read what the pundits have said.
Guantanamo Bay
Is not easy to say.
Some inmates must wish they were dead.

What are we meant to do
As we read our Guardian in the loo?
It’s full of torture and horror
And more’s promised tomorrow.
What a devilish American crew .

Are we meant to become worse than the foe?
Already we’ve not far to go.
We have bombed civilians
Caused torment to millions.
And what good outcome do we have to show?