The English prude can be rather rude, with a stiff upper lip, while tea sip. As someone tells a tale they wrote, it really does get their goat.

But its not worth holding your breath for them to change their tune, for it will not change any time soon. For the prudish note is rather sour, maintained with iron power.

Forever they are under the weather, reaching the end of the tether.

They have held their captive down under, like a pirate who stole the queen’s plunder. It must be rather stiff and cold, or it has been spent and sold. By now the English prudish fold is quite sad and old.