Agincourt!
Have you ever wondered why the English hate
the French?
It seems to be oh so lawdy dah we don’t
fucking like you!
Now I’ve never been to France and can only
speak a dozen words.
No worries there for I won’t be a fan of
retro French cinema
or go chasing their allegedly cultured women
for one reason.
When they open their mouth, a verbal diatribe
of sourpuss starts.
Yes, I’ve heard the stories and raised an
eyebrow too.
An Englishman visits the Continent and
enquires where’s the nearest pub?
He’s doubly stumped here and at a loss coz he’s
foreign and from across the water.
The Frogs will NOT speak English to an Englishman,
out of principle and pig headed arrogance for
being a fucking Frog.
And there are no pubs in France, just wine
bars.
Mr Englishman wants to drink twelve pints and
get fucking legless!
Poor old Tommie, he mumbles in feigns
knowledge till his nonce prevails.
Then he retires and tells the ignorant French
fuckers to fuck off!
Remembering where that term came from, the
battle at Agincourt.
And dear old English longbow men used their
middle and fore fingers
to fire arrows hundreds of feet upon their French
enemy.
Myself, I’d fire an arrow with my thumb and
forefinger.
No, that’s the wrong technique to use this
weapon system!
For centuries the English and then other
Anglo Saxons
told everybody else to ‘Fuck Off!’
Where do you think this ultimate insult came
from?
English longbow men at Agincourt.
No wonder the English detest the French.
And the little frogs on their flag…
God bless the English man and their flag.
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