How the Brexit Light Brigade Gambolled Into the Wilderness

The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers I Forward the light brigade! Was there a dude dismayed? Though most should have known Cameron had blundered. Theirs not to make reply! Theirs not to reason why! Theirs but to do or die! Spurning the fear of Death rode the three hundred. II Farage to the right of them, Corbyn to the left of them. Bannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered. Stormed at by the press, Onward they rode in stress Into the wilderness, Oh, what an awful mess! Rode the three hundred. IV Can ever their great deed fade? How high that price they paid! All the world wondered. Praise to the charge they made? Praise to the Light Brigade? Intrepid three hundred!