The Charge Against The Short-sighted Brigade

(with apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

I

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.

II

“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.

III

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!

IV

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.

V

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!