Brexit Sonnet No. 104 – ‘A Present for my Birthday’

I was expecting a present for my birthday.
A Sagittarius (in case you couldn’t tell).
Mr. Raab did write it and did say,
‘That agreement talks were going rather well’.
My present; the final deal he would explain
To Hilary, at his selected committee meet.
On twenty one instant his input we would gain,
And my present, unwrapped, I would gleeful greet.
But alas! All has fallen on it’s bot,
A few hours of precious joy was I allowed
And then my present, which once was there, was not.
My birthday treat, enveloped by black cloud.
Aires Rams – born March the twenty nine,
Here’s hoping your present bombs – just like mine!

©Keith Murphy