The British June Referendum

Referenda! Referendum! The big ban will make it boom! Hopefully on June 23rd, Listen to what I have just heard Calls of: that is it! That’s it! It is time to jump, It’s time to Brexit The beauty of Britain Is in its uniqueness, In its unity in diversity, in its commonwealth, In its borrowed Kenyan tea, In its Indian curry In its jerk spicy Jamaican chicken and Chinese take-away, In its Irish coffee and flavour, And fish chips, Which the empire, Once upon a time mixed it That’s it! That’s it! It is time to close the gates, Or maybe it’s time to Brexit Whether it will fit or not, The opportunity is now here To fix it. Once and for all, To decide and call the call And play a role, its own role And hex it. Hex the bunch of Brussels And the commission, With the fake mission, That intends to flex it The union, the mighty union will soon Crack down, if a Brexit, Greexit and the rest Will definitely follow suit to lax it But all this may not occur And Britain will be doomed to remain Imprisoned and blur, For another century to come And be a dictum for others to lance it.