I'm English. I'm Evil. Grrr (poetry)
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I say. Alright.
To say my art form's obsolete is an error I forswear,
For the good old English villain is a cad without compare.
Our hero grapples communists and suicidal terrorists
But now I feel this whitewashing of hist'ry will not stand,
Why, ever since that tea was dropped in watery Boston harbour,
I've meant to slit more Yankee throats than a narcoleptic barber
A malicious son of every one of these green and pleasant lands,
I'll kill one hostage every hour 'til you submit to my demands.
But I'm building up a superweapon in the depths of outer space
My fighting trousers are prepared (and they're trousers, please, not pants);
And I'll knock the do-gooders for six like Surrey vs Hants.
And remain the very model of a modern English gentleman.