Americans…

Americans.

I like them,

decent bunch.

Even the ones from Delaware,

a place I’ve never been.

Some of them are red,

others are made of blue.

A few change their mind,

depends who’s got the silliest hat.

We’ve taken a lot from America,

on this side of the pond.

I wish strangers a “nice day”,

an un British thing to do.

The other day I was pondering,

Do I prefer Starsky over Hutch?

In the end I decided firmly,

my favourite was Huggy Bear.

I remembered being excited,

to find out who shot J.R.

and feeling very disappointed,

when Cheers closed its doors.

They gave us the cheeseburger,

and hot dogs in a bun.

Ben and Jerry’s ice cream,

chicken that’s finger licking good.

Let’s not forget those good old boys,

and their cousin Daisy Duke…

They do get a few things wrong,

it’s a pavement,

not a sidewalk.

Luggage goes in a car boot,

it’s elephants that have trunks.

The world is always watching,

takes a lead from what they do.

So I hope those pipes of peace,

play loud across their land.

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