Brexit Sonnet No. 147 – ‘Brexit doth eat our PMs’

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Brexit doth eat our PMs, or so I’m told.
Place in oven and bake at Regulo six.
Product should be steaming hot, not cold.
Just crack the shell and stir into the mix.
‘For starters we’ll have a Maggie, waiter please.
Brixton Boy looks good for mains I’d say.
For pud, ah… Eton Mess or cheese?
Eton mess please – David, on your way!’
Drinks sir? – ‘Some wine, but please no foreign beers,
Something with a hint of bitterness I think,
Something that’s been lying for quite some years,
Something acidic, I’d like to pour and drink.’
I’ve just the thing sir, to you this will appeal,
Côtes du May, and please enjoy your meal.

 © Keith Murphy