RUSSIAN OCCUPATION

Is it a holiday?
A pleasant vacation?
Niet! It's an invasion
A Russian occupation.
The traveling horde
Terribly dressed,
Badly cut dresses and speedos
After many years repressed.
Like locusts
They attack the breakfast tray,
Not waiting their turn
Its barge everyone out of the way!
To the world comrade
English is the universal voice,
Glasnost just a fading memory
You've made your choice.
Waiters now ignore you
When you want to order a meal,
Your arrogant, cold shoulder
Smacks of imperialist zeal.
You're not a superpower now
Just a broken nation,
Putin in a kiss me quick hat
At the head of
The Russian occupation.

Phil Hall  July 2014