Brexit, Brexit, Mon Amour

Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer, or, if not that, then unto washing powder? Today I shun all things that are austere; soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder. May's shandy was for working men too sweet. Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy. Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite. It's Boris now who's dealing out the candy. His soap suds as detergents wash much whiter and his packaging's so appealing to the eye. My desire 's for something that's much brighter than the dowdy hues of Mr. Corbyn's dye. Boris we hail victor, for'tis he who's won the day. To his product though a question. Who art thou anyway?