Oh My Union…

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In a Brexit, with no exit,

Vacillating all the time,

Lived a leader, come appeaser,

With no reason, or no rhyme.

 

Oh my Union, Oh my Union,

Oh my Union, redefine.

You’ll be lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Union mine.

 

Remain she was, and this is scary,

With her shoes in number ten,

Red topped boxes, killing foxes,

Of Remain? She thought again.

 

Oh my Union, Oh my Union,

Oh my Union, redefine,

You’ll be lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Union mine.

 

She’s stained relations, with all nations,

Far and wide, across the sea,

Trampled cornfields, used her cookbooks,

Baked her special recipe.

 

Oh my Union, Oh my Union,

Oh my Union, redefine.

You’ll be lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Union mine.

 

Then the leader, come appeaser,

Said ‘No Deal’ is coming soon,

Batten hatches, veg your patches,

Dance this merry Brexit tune.

 

Oh my Union, Oh my Union

Oh my Union, redefine.

You’ll be lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Union mine.

 ©Keith Murphy