A Runny Nose
(With my sincere apologies to Robert Burns)

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O my Brexit’s like a runny nose,
That’s never over soon:
O my Brexit’s like a tragedy,
That’s never played in tune.

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Prepare to leave; we’ll go no less,
So not in luve am I;
And I won’t luve thee Brexit dear,
‘Cos a’ the planes won’t fly.

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‘Cos a’ the planes won’t fly, my dear,
And us snowflakes melt wi’ Sun;
And I won’t luve thee Brexit dear,
With no plans o’ future done.

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So deal-thy-deal, my Brexit Luve!
And tax-free-dodge, a while!
But I will come again, my Luve,
Wi’ thy Leavers who will resile!

©Keith Murphy