Wednesday, 10 April 2019

The Charge Against The Short-sighted Brigade

(with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

Half a week, half a month,
Half a year longer,
Holding back Brexit
   Stand the five hundred.
Delay, Remain MPs!
Never No-Deal!” they say.
Careless of obloquy
   Stand the five hundred.

Delay, Remain MPs!”
Is there a one can see
No-Deal is what we have
   Half the world over?
   Theirs just to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
    If you can’t think, why try?.
Holding back Brexit
    It’s a pushover.

Boris to right of them,
Commies to left of them,
T May in front of them
    Argue and chunter;
Stormed at by Brexiteers,
Blindly the pitch they queer,
May as well save our breath,
This lot just sit and sneer
    Stubborn five hundred!

Cliff edge and crashing out,
Hark how the rascals shout!
Their numbers give them clout,
Wrecking democracy, while
   All the world wonders.
Let ignorant Leavers whine!
What about Just-in-Time?
They got the answer wrong;
Rebellion’s not a crime.
   Our single chance squandered.
We might have our country back,
 But for five hundred.

Will their shame ever fade
Over this stand they’ve made?
   All the world wonders.
Britain has made its choice,
These few deny our voice!
   Ignoble five hundred!