Bowler Hats and Umbrellas

Earl and Lady Grey on the balcony
The deer herds in the heath land
What happened to the days,
Of the “English Man”?

The age of bowler hats and ties
A gleaming golden chain
The pocket watch and monocle
Of the “English Man”

Rain pouring down on London town
Countless umbrellas in the streets
Swung as merrily as the gait
Of the “English Man”

The disgusted look of an adult
At the child who breaks the rules
The harsh snap of the cane
Of the “English Man”

The stiff upper lip, the accent
In a condescending tone
The never ending frown
Of the “English Man”

Never expected as the friend
The spy from the alleyway
The low expectations
Of the “English Man”

The rare yet half hearted smile
From the upper class
The greying hair, the smoking pipe
Of the “English Man”

The cynical humour that only
The teller seems to enjoy
The strange hate of all
Of the “English Man”

The Sunday Roast, the church sermons
Reading a novel by the fireplace
The endless nostalgia
Of an “English Man”

Ah, stereotyping, how I love you!

(Yeah, I kind of wrote this poem and stuff so... DON'T STEAL IT *COPYRIGHTCOPYRIGHTCOPYRIGHT*)

-Hannah

Ps. Though I may own this poem, I do not own any English people or the stereotypical ways in which we are seen.