Brexit Sonnet No. 100 – ‘Wrong must ne’er dismiss the right’

I’ve scored my hundredth Brexit Sonnet then,
I’m not yet out, still batting down this wicket.
Our team remains on track with wickets ten,
Whilst some remark, “Old boy, this isn’t cricket”.
The notion we should not take up our guard?
The idea we must declare our loss right now?
Just silly points, wide by half a yard,
We’ll follow on, and forward we will plough.
The boundaries move as overs come and go,
The ball gets polished; tampered some would cry.
Could be run outs – but fielders overthrow,
And extras come in useful bye the bye.
This testing Brexit match all played in white,
We’ll win… for wrong must ne’er dismiss the right.

©Keith Murphy