The problem is a simple one,
for poets all around,
that lots of words so need to rhyme
when uttered as a meaningful sound.

So whilst ‘wheel’ is easy peasy
aardvark is certainly not
Similarly phlegm is virtually unrhymable
and must be replaced with ‘snot’.

And thus we come to Brexit,
that nouveau little word
invented just a few years ago
by a total and utter turd.

Because really and truthfully
honest as I can be
‘Brexit’ rhymes with nothing
so compromise we must indeed see.

The bastard lovechild of Farage
with David Cameron as well.
WE MUST BE LEAVING EUROPE!
they’re thieving, evil and smell!

Up pops Boris Johnson
with integrity, honesty and charm
WE’LL SAVE 350 MIL A WEEK
For next time you break your arm.

WE’RE TAKING BACK THE BORDERS
came the rallying cry
showing pictures of non-Euros
on boats entering Europe or try.

Brexit-Lite is simply not an option
we need a total withdrawal
So united we will stand
and alone we will indeed fall.

‘No deal is a good deal!’
So Nigel would have us believe
Leave those bastard Europeans
watch them suffer and grieve.

And that leaves Theresa May
with the most rotten job on the planet
Cameron’s little legacy
will challenge her very sanit(y)

Her party is divided
like Moses’ and the Red Sea
Half are pompous creepy Leavers
and half are more like me.

Labour here is useless,
OK, nothing in that sentence is new
They’re too busy fighting elsewhere
FOR THE MANY; NOT THE JEW.

The NHS is worried about drugs,
there’s uncertainty in the city
No-one knows how this will end
Either way its gonna be shitty.

So as talks resume today
In English, I sincerely hope
I feel, yet again,
That we’re dangling on a fucking rope.

Happy Tuesday

A xxxx