Crimea of Nature, or what is that place at the bottom of Spain called?
I am a tinpot crackpot
Who'd like a bit of land
And my jackboot's hit the jackpot:
The residents think I'm grand.
I asked them all to take a vote
And they said it was fine -
I'm the one on whom they dote.
Amazing. Ain't it grand?
I go tomorrow morning
With troops and other mates
To pander to their fawning~
And padlock all their gates.
In my own opinion
(Which matters quite a deal)
It's a lovely new dominion,
A perfect match, I feel.
Who, me? I am from Britain,
The US and from France;
We love new lands, are smitten
By taking any chance
To push out all our borders
For influence and kicks.
Did you say, am I Russian?
Hoy! I don't play dirty tricks.
For the Guardian article
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/mar/18/crimea-putin-condemns-western-hypocrisy-annexation
To buy a copy of Bill's poetry collection Ringers
http://www.cinnamonpress.com/ringers/
Bill's New Statesman research project
http://nscompsandpoets.wordpress.com/
