Brexit Sonnet No. 114 – ‘A Convenient Sideshow’

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A Christmas gift for the Maidenhead MP,
A no con vote that’s doomed to fall and fail.
Numbers to add to those declared I cannot see,
Despite those who against her plan do rail.
Her moat will deepen, her boiling oil prepared,
New siege supplies - arrows freshly smelted.
The chain mail forged, no human effort spared
All leave’s been cancelled, all dissent now melted.
A convenient sideshow of little worth this con,
A worthless dance of the head of useless pins.
Nothing here to see, let’s move on,
And release ourselves from Brexit’s coming sins.
Once shot, this bolt ne'er shall be retrieved,
And into her lap, one year doth she receive. 
©Keith Murphy