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Brexit Is Icumenn In, May's gone cuckoo!

No shame is poverty, if the heart by gay !
As Chaucer's Wife of Bath was wont to say;
Is this the tale that's told by May?
For Theresa's plan is surely on the way
To draining much of Britain's wealth away -
And no one's supposed to show dismay.
Though it be hateful,  poverty is good,
A great incentive to a livelihood,
To covet which seems to be the very thing,
That Britain's people in future yearn to cling,
As Chaucer's Wife of Bath did sing,
How the poor will cheer when the price of food
And heat goes up as fast as the £ goes down,
For he with nothing, the Wife of Bath did own,
Is rich though you may think they'd boude
The May refrain that accepting poverty unhurt,
I’d say, is rich, although he lacked a shirt.
Quakers, Methodists and the C of E 
Will rejoice to hear this Christian tale,
How poverty, when the heart is lowly,
Brings one to God and teaches what is holy.
But that was before the people got the vote,
And were’nt allowed to read the great Good Book ;
They had no choice but to say by rote
The words the cleric said were words  of note.…
By God, I think that Mrs May is barmy
To think that Brits will take it calmly
When they catch on that what she's at
Will mean they've not enough to feed a cat.
When that days comes, O Premiere Mrs May,
Then think of what that the Wife of Bath did say :
The truly poor are they who whine and fret
And covet what they cannot hope to get.

(The words in praise of poverty appearing in The Wife of Bath’s Tale, page 308 of Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales, Penguin Classics, translated by Nevill Coghill, edition 1968, are in italics).

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