Brexit Sonnet No. 117 – ‘My Ice Cream Tub’
 

Brexit loudly shouts; ‘look behind you’.
Brexit things look like what they’re not.
Brexit stages things with tricks untrue.
Brexit plot line’s complete and total rot.

Yet this play, holds the nation fast,
All singing from the hymn sheet mounted high. 
The audience, aided by members of the cast,
Are split; to sing their utmost do they try.

Sweets are thrown to keep us all awake,
Jokes recycled and unlikely stars ascend 
The stage, to follow prompts that others make.
They play the fool, or horse’s rearward end.

Oh bring on the interval to this dismal show,
I ‘ll buy my ice cream tub and quietly …. go!

©Keith Murphy