Fully understand your decision not to wear a poppy on your shirt. Now fuck off to the republic you disrespectful fenian cunt. A POEM TO POPPY ABUSERS This land was built from blood and tears, The sacrifice of two thousand years. The RomanS came, the Vikings too So why should we be afraid of you? But mark my words and mark them well: It was 1066 since we last fell. When it comes to a fight, we hate to lose, So respect our men or leave ... you choose!