Oh English insulation,
Troubles a-plenty you've got.
Are you a figment of my imagination,
Or are you made of naught?
I daydream of triple-glazed panes,
With argon-filled hermetically sealed gaps.
I realize I may be insane,
When I hope for hot&cold-mixing taps.
Dear English insulation,
I wish to put you at ease.
The people of your stiff-upper-lipped nation
Are fortunately used to this freeze.
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