Brexit Poems

Brexit

I hardly brew coffee alongside the metaphor of
English mornings blended with summer’s febrile breath.
But, on this occasion, I did....
It was a stifling moment on television.
The social media was abuzz with the hiss of
Integrated journalism. I hated this moment I failed to believe myself
Upon the altar of this recent toponym. BREXIT.
The name plinks with resounding voices,

Talent Stifled

Middle aged man in Docs, 
vintage leather jacket and
grey haired pubes around his cock.
Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past.
Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash.
U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****.
Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall,
arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall,
after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall.

What Was Brexit Really About

I can’t help but notice Remain think Leave want to roll back the clock 
as if we could again rule the waves with a million ships in the dock 
they say we dream of an empire on which the sunshine never stops 
using this assumption they’ve invented just to mock

They live with this idea that

Brexit Pandemic Climate Taliban

Remember Brexit and how it was the worst CRISIS to ever happen, 
since then....
we've had a global pandemic, climate change 
America replaced Trump with someone more deranged 
it took 9 days for the Taliban to invade Afghanistan
the media kept saying CRISIS it appeared like Candyman

Covid Testing Brexit

Remain said stay in Europe 
vaccinating feeble 
Brexit said we're walking 
vaccinating people  

Covid came to test 
who handles matters best 
the outcome would suggest 
we've more because we're less 

they have much more to offer 
but Britain has more blossom 
the EUnfilled potential 
puts Brussels up our bottom 

we got out just in

Oh How Then

Oh How Then
The powers that be took us into this mess
And we as people decided to act
Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons
Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
You there over there yes you in Europe
With your plans and rules and laws and languages
We are English and do not want your rules
Or to be

Brexit

Breeding and for that matter breathing has taken over the spluttering world

Retroviruses conduct symphonies for nostalgic post-apocalyptic mindfulness

Entropic madness gathers its pace as fast as loo roles escape from the shops

Xenophobia implicates the roots of all epic evil as derived from foreign strands

Itinerant chaos does not adhere to manmade boundaries as the clock runs down

To

Brexit Day

As we Leave behind 27
We stand United free as 4
Our God in the Kingdom of Heaven
Show Remain how we Rule.
Amen.

The Saga of Suzanne the Snowflake and Cyril the Racist Ware Squirrel Part 3

continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken). 
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear, 
He said with a countenance kindly, 
remember your Vedas and mantras, 
Let your be life be lived for the many, 
and not for the few, 
don't be led into fascism blindly'! 
With these wise, timely words

Thesaga of Suzanne the Snowflake and Cyril the Racist Ware Squirrel Part 2

And there the story might have ended 
But the bite on Suzanne's thumb 
Throbbed and became distended, 
'I must say, I feel a little rum', 
she said and lay down on her bed, 
but as she fell asleep a patch of fur 
started growing on her tum. 
She slept a light and fitful sleep 
Full

The Saga of Suzanne the Snowflake and Cyril the Racist Ware Squirrel Part 1

Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, 
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, 
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, 
won't hear no ifs or buts, 
he says the tide of squirrelgrants are going to have all the nuts, 
Cyril voted ukip and cheered when brexit won, 
The says 'now we've

Brexit

Brexit!
The dreaded word,
haunts us once again,
Oh!Visions of doom, burst and gloom!
lies and false promises spun in looms,
In Houses of Parliament rooms,
To craft election win,
And enforce,
Brexit!





A red- letter day Rictameter poetry Contest

Brexit, Brexit, Mon Amour

Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer,
or, if not that, then unto washing powder?
Today I shun all things that are austere;
soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder.
May's shandy was for working men too sweet.
Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy.
Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite.
It's Boris now 

Brexit

The UK seeks to leave the EU.
It's no longer enjoying the view
of its friends 'cross the water
'cause it thinks it's much hotter
than its neighbors.  Alright then - adieu!

NB:  According to Webster, the word "adieu" is pronounced in English like "ado".

Scotland In Eu

In EU Scotland wants to remain.
It has nothing with Britain to gain.
It will lose Liz the Queen.
But the Queen it has seen
quite enough. Time to sever the chain.

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