If I was the son of an englishman POEM ANALYSIS

If I was the son of an englishman POEM ANALYSIS

HERES THE POEM 🙂 if i was the son of an englishman, i’d really be an aussie, i could be a high court judge, or an actor on the telly, i could be a union boss, or a co-star with skippy, i could even be prime-minister, or comment on the footy. if i was the son of an englishman, i’d really be an aussie. but my father eats salami, and my mother she wears black, my last name’s papadopoulos, and my first name’s just plain jack. if I was the son of an englishman, i’d really be true blue, i could drink myself to delirium, and glorify the spew, i could desecrate the countryside, and destroy the kangaroo, i could joke about the irish, the greeks, the abos and the jews. if I was the son of an englishman i’d really be true blue. but my father he drinks ouzo, and my mother she wears black, my last name’s papadopoulos, and my first name’s just plain jack. if I was the son of and englishman, i’d really be fair-dinkum, i’d be seen and not heard, i’d be quiet on the tram, i’d be rowdy at the footy, and cold to my fellow man, i’d build four walls around me, and I wouldn’t give a damn, if I was the son of an englishman, i’d really be fair dinkum. but my father eats salami, and my mother she wears black, my last name’s papadopoulos, and my first name’s really komninos. By Komninos