Sail To a Deal
Britain sets sail to find a deal.
A lengthy voyage now starts.
The captain plots the way ahead
with complex EU charts
from the Maritime Directive
in all its ninety parts.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
They cast off in a steady breeze;
the crew are well rehearsed.
But soon a storm is getting up
and brings a mighty gust.
The mainsail now has been ripped free
and flaps around the mast.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
And then with further buffeting
the rudder starts to fail.
A calm follows; they do repairs.
Now fixed they can set sail.
The ship and crew ready to go
but now stuck in a lull.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
Next day there comes a steady breeze
which clears them from doldrums.
And now they start to speed along
as then a trade wind comes.
With these changes the captain must
recalculate the sums.
Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land called Brexit Deal.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2019
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