Build a Castle

Build a Castle

Look at him.

Come on,

let’s look.

Blonde,

Brideshead

Revisited hair.

Suit of a better man.

A tie that

would lie

for a hanging.

A specimen.

He loves his country.

The sound of a hearty,

leg before wicket.

He is great.

He is Great Britain.

He admires the tune

to ‘Jerusalem’,

but has a problem

remembering the words.

He’s building castles

in Union Jack pants.

Whistling whilst

the tide comes in.

Look at him!