Twas Brexit and the slimey Goves,

Did lie and grumble in the Mail.

All Menschy were the Boris droves,

And Farage starts to wail.

Beware the Brexiteer, my son,

The fear that bites, the lies that catch.

Beware Teresa May and shun,

Her frumious randy snatch.

With Sturgeon’s speech in hand, went he,

Long time the bigot foe he sought,

So rested he, in the EEC,

And prepped his speech for court.

And as he stood, to plead our case,

The Brexiteer, with eyes of flame,

Came gibbering with an exit poll,

And babbled as it came.

One Two! One Two! And through and through!

With Sturgeon’s speech he drove it back.

It ran in dread, with speed it fled,

Back to a lib’ral tack.

“So Thou didst best the Brexiteer?

Embrace me now!” I say.

“Come sing with me, calloo callay,

Oh look, it’s Robin Day…”

Twas Brexit and the slimey Goves,

Did lie and grumble in the Mail.

All Menschy were the Boris droves,

And Farage starts to wail.