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Brexit Sonnet 25 - Treasure These Islands

Brexit Sonnet No. 25
'Treasure These Islands’

So has the ship really sailed away
With second EU vote stowed in hold?
No blasting horn was heard across the bay, 
And we were not of this leaving schedule told. 
Our all inclusive, most elusive guest, 
Has rummaged yet again for leading role. 
Potent power, his hand should rudely wrest, 
From those who've rented out their hollow soul. 
As anchors raise and hands are all on decks, 
As white coated Stewards fuss and rush with work,
As all aboard means Captain's final checks. 
None of these, their duties lightly shirk. 
So avast me hearties, and hoist the mainbrace square 
And treasure these islands, with referenda fair.

©Keith Murphy 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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