Brexitwocky

‘Twas brillig and all slithy toads
Did hard and softly ply their line;
All flimsy were the treasure troves,
For EU cheque we need to sign.

“Beware the Brexitwock my son!
The jaws that bite the eye that rocks!
Beware the dugdug trench, and shun
The furious blackmailed Fox!”

With position papers down our pants:
To protect from pain that Barnier brought –
So rested we by the Trumptrump rants,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in flexithought we stood,
The Brexitwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling as remainers knew it would
And brusselled as it came!

Un, Deux! Un, Deux! And SAS,
The Davis blade went snicker-snack!
Was it very dead, he didn’t know,
He went U-Turning his way back.

“And hast thou slain the Brexitwock?”
Media, May and populous calloohs!
“Over cliff edge with its ticking clock,
My ode to joy, no border knows.”

‘Twas brillig and all slithy toads
Did hard and softly ply their line;
Still flimsy were the treasure troves,
For EU cheque we have to sign.

©Keith Murphy