A Crisis But Not a Conundrum

I looked in the dictionary thrice
To find out what is a conundrum
Then I used all  my computer mice
To turn my  hand into a fulcrum.

Language as leverage’s useful
To persuade a consumer to borrow
Say what you like, if you’re truthful.
We all may be dead by tomorrow.

It’s a crisis but not a conundrum
We all have to vote right on  Thor’s day
For we have a  troubled referendum.
Democracy’s folly  in wordplay

 
Well,give me  some brandy,if handy.
I’m ancient and foreign and cheerless
No-one can live well on candy
I’m weeping inside but I’m tearless
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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