Across the Pond

Two old timers
Chatting in a bar,
One of them was local
The other from afar…
 
“You know I love America
And really don’t mean to be rude,
But ever since I’ve been here
I’ve been really confused by your food!”
 
“Now I know what hash browns are
They’re fried potatoes in bits,
But come on mate, give me a clue!
What the bloody hell are grits?!”
 -
He knew what his friend was saying
It was a cultural shock to be here,
So he chose his words carefully
As he took a sip of his beer…
 -
“They say we are two countries
Divided by one tongue,
And I had similar troubles
When I crossed over the pond”
 -
“Crazy accents came out of their mouths
As I travelled from north to south,
When anyone spoke, it seemed like a code
And you drive on the wrong damn side of the road!”
 -
They realised they’d gone too far
All this banter in the bar,
So these old mates from across the sea
Agreed to disagree…
 -
“We really shouldn’t fight
Were good friends don’t you think?
So I’ll translate the menu,
And you buy the drink!”