The Butchers Apron

“The Butcher’s Apron,” often called, My countries flag, I am appalled, For Union Jack, inspiring cloth, Once doused the world in bloody froth That’s not to say, it’s all been bad, It did produce my mum and dad, and now I’m here, produced by them; I produced A son called Shem And when we go to sad parades, the flag Flies high, in restful glades, and though the Apron’s always there, we’d like to think, the Jack’s been fair. Written for flag contest 15/7/15 Peter L Holmes (UK)