Home Thoughts, From Abroad

O, to be in England

My home, I love the best

For those who stay in England

Don't put up with this mess

Trapped in some foreign land

Robbed of orientation

There's nothing I can understand

Quelle mauvaise situation

La Notre Dame de Rouen

Me rend un peu plus fort

But if I lived in London

I'd enjoy life a lot more

England's streets are civil

But here are naught but flawed;

For what multitude of evil

I've witnessed here abroad:

I've seen the street be set alight

And public urination

Cacaphonous noise waits 'til night

As does my satisfaction

For only in my dreams

Can I gain some respite

When quaint forests and streams

Of England grace my sight

But, too quickly I wake,

In France, with skies still bleak,

My blissful spirits break

And return next I sleep

Wherefore did I leave home?

C'était voracité?

Pour ganger un diplôme?

Non - c'était stupidité

I'm crushed, defeated, sick,

J'envie tous les anglais

I've burnt out my last wick

And it's only been a day