Sheddi Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient mouths
Tread upon England's corns so green ?
And was the roasted lamb so good
Or England's pleasant pasties lean ?

And did the Counterpane Divine
Give warmth under the frosty skies ?
And was Jerusalem artichoke
Protected from those manic chills ?

Bring me my cow of burning gold:
Bring me my lariat and lyre
Bring me my pear: these spuds are old !
Bring me my postulates so dire !

I shall not crease from dental fright
Nor shall my bored sheep stray inland
'Till we have billed Jerusalem
For England's Queen Anne pheasant land.

Molished by many sheddi in March 2016.