So many changes have just happened in the UK it seems only natural to write a poem to try and capture a response.
The current title is The Hokey Cokey, as in put your left leg in, your left leg out, in out, in out, shake it all about!
Not settled on that yet though, but have a read none the less.
The Hokey Cokey
And the door locks with the keys inside
(Long walk now to the other side)
But at that instance of realisation
Fumbling to undo in desperation
That moment repeats on endless loops
No way back
No way to grasp
The finality
Of click
With lock
In hasp
Those gun-hoe politicians sold us Brexiteering
Mud slinging foxes
Are now hungry on the steering
Cliff wards and backwards
Concocting motions
With Mary Rose gun ports flung wide in the commotion
Catching the swell of exit strategy
Decks flood fast in a capital catastrophe
Brace! Brace!
Financial prolapse
Nose cut
To spite face
Tantrum country in the dunces space
Back on Merkels naughty step
Slam the door
Go to your room
I hate you
I hate you
It's just not fair
(Brussels withers beneath Paddington stare)
NHS pledges now turned to dust
Splashed over buses and vinyl banners
Was just hyped up spin from political scammers
Lies which now fester inside the honest voter
Westminster will struggle to flush this floater
Youth dismayed at dwindling prospects
Devalued housing now nothing to desire
The pocketed sterling worth less by the hour
Britain now back in the 1970's
A miners strike madness
Hey, here comes inflation
This tiny land so drunk with pomp
Once proudly pimped up a suite of nations
(Though a little confused now with immigrations)
Get Britain Back, they slogan shouted
To a world painted pink with emerald lawns
A time before countries with similar aspirations
Joining heroic forces as a League of Nations
But now half this land have burnt our bridges
And run with pitch forks at the castle
No one is stronger
Here comes the stay cation
Blunt is the blade in European castration
Christopher Jelley