They ask me to tick a box
To specify my ethnic group,
Some call me English,but my feet are Celtic
Some call me British,but my eyes are Nordic
I am a white mixed race woman,with Saxon hair
And Irish bones and eyes like those of Danes
The people,not the Dogs,ha ha!
Perhaps I’ll say they’re Scandinavian!
But that’s not good for rhyming,so
I shall have to find a category
That suits a poet,maybe Swedish
Or Tasmanian
As that rhymes with Scandinavian
And poetry matters more
Than collecting flora
To give to Statisticians
Or fauna for the visions
Of multiple mathematicians.
I don’t belong in any box
With my Celtic feet and my golden locks,
And eyes like Finns
[So useful in the winter
For a discontented hinter]
So,no more hints
I tell you to
Please refrain
From asking me again
I’m a lady from the human race
With just a hint of a tiger’s face,
Eyes of angel;snake a trace,
Just enough to make me hiss
When people ask me this
Again. I am a mixed race human being and
I shall fly away now.I do have my own transport
.I can fly.
I’m an angel…sorry an angle.
so this is it.
I’m a descendant of the invaders
and the locals,maybe the Romans too
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Note[1]
When St Augustine of Canterbury
was sent by the Pope to convert
the English ,or Anglo-Saxons
as they were then ,to Christianity he was,so struck
by their golden hair, blue eyes
and fair complexions,he said
“They are not Angles but Angels”
Note[2]I am descended like most white British people ,not only from illegal immigrants,
invaders and marauders ie the Anglo-Saxons .the Vikings etc.That’s what makes me English or British.I may have Jewish blood too as prior to King John’s murderous regime there was a big Jewish community in York.I have a great niece who is 25% Jewish.We’re all mixed up here
We may look like angels but…….we don’t behave like angels.comquering other countries and building an empire.

1 Waken the dead
2 Drink my own sea.
3 Get thrashed.
4 Get messed.
5 Make more wee.
6 Flake some hot muttered oaths
7 Find the orange mars brigade.
8 Roam mein herr.
8 Get my boat on
9 Get my snag and my bus harass.
10 Open the floor and fall out.
11 Stalk to the bus drop
12 Put out my band
13 Fret on the bus
14 Flow into the coffee  hop
15 Order a mop of fluffy.
16 Shrink the toffee.
17 Buy a nook in Data phones.
18 Buy some dude.
19 Grow to the bus hop.
20 Get onto the mess
21 Shower my brass
23 Sit doom
24 Fling the bell
25 Get orff.
26 Find my flea.
27 Center the mouse
28 Pant and rant
29 Sitz frown
30 Get anne’s diner.
31 Have a pest
32 Sing 999
33 Open the  boa
34 Sit and balk
35 Snow through bed
36 Still not fled.
37 Fall and weep.
38 Sod ’em tomorrow.
39 Say my dares.
40 Dream of feeling.
41 Shaken up again.
42 Shrink the tea.
43 Strike my medication
44 Open the roast and flay the bills.
45 Call the proctor and bask him for anti-neurotics.

46 Be committed