Oh Brexit!

Oh Brexit!

Where is the Exit?

You can’t make your money

You Tory Grandees,

Nor can you

Remainer MPs.

We’re running right into a very hard cliff;

Before we get out we’ll all be so stiff.

There’s no majority for any option

And Theresa May’s deal is but a concoction.

Vote after vote and endless debate.

March twenty ninth is the Closing Date.

Can we escape?

I really don’t know.

The media are loving this pantomime show.

This sorry charade is filling the news,

We’re all sick of hearing everyone’s views.

Please get me out of here

I hear you say

Surely, surely there must be some way!

So come on politicians

Get your fingers out

And show these Europeans

We still have some clout.

If we can’t do that then just pack it in

And throw the whole thing right into the bin.

Whatever we do I’m just past caring

But I hope you’ll tell me thanks for sharing.

Get on with it!

That’s the yell.

For until we resolve this

We are in Hell.

Paul Butters

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