Brexit Sonnet No.13 – ‘Changeth Your Mind’

Change it; take it back from whence it came,
It doesn’t fit and colour’s just not you.
You really need one cheaper, not the same,
Accept no credit note, nor goods in lieu.
Change of mind is much the same as this.
Bus again to Referendum’s store,
Were goods sold fit for purpose, new and crisp,
Were price tags right or do now, we payeth more?
So changeth now, the goods were plainly flawed,
The items purchased poorly made and wrapped.
Don’t kid yourself, let sense not be ignored,
Let not your future be forever trapped.
Change your mind; we still have shop receipt,
To changeth not is to fall for rude deceit.

©Keith Murphy