Till Mr Putin caught us with his secret fishing line

Sailing in our vessel, on the ocean broad and wide
The leaders cannot tell us if it’s been electrified!
Some say it’s a rowing boat and others say it steams
Like a boiling kettle, dancing on sunbeams

We’ve always been agressive and  conquered half the  globe
We see the Monarchs walking in their red and golden robes
But now we have no  empire and the rich will pay no tax
Some say this is a fishing boat and other say a smack

But we need  to have companions and share our expertise
We cannot be the top dog  but some will still believe
We set off on this long journey and thought that we were fine
Till Mr Putin caught us with his secret fishing line

We won’t forgive the Germans for the Wars and all the dread
Yet  expect the Jews to  recover from the genocide, the dead
We are perfect anyway and  will not share the boat
Yet what we thought was The North Sea is just an MP’s  moat!

Is Putin fishing secretly and collecting  our refuse
Playing  little spying games and trumping up  abuse
We have not got Australia and Canada and  Goa
We kept our image far too large, hoping for much more

Ireland  reunited,Scotland splitting off
England Wales , the Falklands…  that is not enough
We’ll kill each other,  have no luck, no insulin no bread
We’ll even get too bloody weak to have our fun in bed

A civil war is dangerous, we kill our very own
And you will end up just like me, writing strange  old poems
When did we lose our eyesight, our common sense  and thought
We must have done  it here somehow  and all the world   now gloats

We are our own  worst enemy, we’re paranoid and dim
If she says it not her fault  then we all look at him