Good morning Harold, care for some tea?
Yes please, and do we have some biscotti?
Indeed. Your tea: Chai, darjeeling, British (from China)?
British, no milk, though a spoon of cane sugar.
And to eat? A croissant, a danish, a toasted baguette?
I’ll grab a panini on the tube, don’t fret.
Well in that case shall we have lunch together?
Kebab, curry? There’s that new place with pizza.
Sounds good, and remember: I’m taking the Toyota today.
Okay dear. Pass the papers, let’s see what they say.
Right here, there’s a good few pages on the Royal family
Ah, the Saxe-Coburgs – who doesn’t love British royalty?
And look here, Ikea’s got sales on those stands for TVs.
Oh heavens above – here’s one on those damned refugees.
Why let them in? You know, they’ll poison Great Britain.
And we must protect our culture from all that is foreign.