Brexit Sonnet No. 145 – ‘This Topsy Turvy World’

In calmer times I’ve heard some leaders say:
‘You must now back me, or else I will resign.’
But now to keep the Brexit wolves at bay
She says she’ll go; just back her grand design.
This topsy turvy world of downside up,
This one-way street with contra-flowing cars,
This inside out, this saucer with no cup,
This paradox, this prison with no bars.
But just observe as seagulls flock behind,
To pick this bounty from her promised move.
What once seemed wrong, to that they’re now inclined,
When once they scoffed; behold they now approve!
Sense and logic have lost their reasoned place,
Now lost to Brexit’s self-serving cold embrace.

© Keith Murphy