The Brand of Multiyork
Oh, the brand of MultiYork,
It had five fifty then;
The pound dropped low with the Brexit deal,
And they’re washed up in their fen.
Now when you are up, you are up,
And when you are down, you are down,
But with a cliff edge fall and trade screwed up,
You’ll simply sink and drown.
Copyright © Keith Murphy | Year Posted 2017
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