Ah, the English

He’s walking around the garden
Past the jasmine, under the mango tree,
Admiring the water lilies
In the cool rainfall pond.
Pale trousers, pink shirt
What’s that he’s carrying?
A small pot,
It’s surely something sacred
Perhaps holy water
Or the ashes of his father.
But no, later inquiry
Reveals it to be marmalade,
Which is, of course
Sacred to the English.
Ah, the English.

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