I was in first class and flying high, When your gorgeous ice first caught my eye. “Who’s that?”, I asked. “Greenland”, the reply. How in heaven had you passed me by? Pardon me, I don’t mean to be crass, Dare I admire, your big landmass. Thou hast those ravishing Northern Lights, Far more enchanting than women’s rights. Denmark is a path to misery, Wherefore not with The Land of The Free. Quality of life – who needs first place? Have you and Denmark got to first base? Free healthcare, better welfare, less crime, Who cares when I will love you…
Author: Elaine Reynolds
Elaine Reynolds
Elaine is a writer and sometimes performer who enjoys writing satire and doing courses. She was able to combine both of those interests recently when she completed Second City's Writing Satire for the Internet class. She has flown over Greenland before but did not become so enamoured with it that she wanted her country to take it over. She has visited Denmark and is enamoured by Denmark. Elaine can be found on medium https://medium.com/@elaine.reynolds and on Bluesky @elainereynolds.bsky.social.