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)
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