'Our' - A poem from Arthur/UK to Alfred/US

Do not let our distance fool you.

When I insult your land

They are all based  on facts, from which

I have found out firsthand.

Your home is "The Land of the Free"

but is dull next to mine…

But, your skyscrapers and beaches -

I guess, are all still fine.

Your food still needs a bit of work.

Earl Great tea against Coke?

But to say that yours is better-

makes you one funny bloke.

You stuff yourself with burgers, love

as I calmly sip my tea.

I cringe at the poor things you say -

and you giggle at 'blimey'.

But despite you being so loud,,

and that grease you call food -

I still somehow love you;

For OUR red, OUR white and OUR blue.