Brexit Sonnet No. 149 – ‘Our House Has Leaked’

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Our House has leaked before from time to time,
We know it happens, we've seen it all before.
But this is different; no secret paper crime,
No tip off, no share of words across the floor.
This leak was real and found its watery path, 
Through the roof to the seats of green below.
So rain stopped play – they took an early bath,
The torrents of wrath these Brexit gods bestow!
So can a Plumber now be found in haste?
I’m told they may be extremely rare just now.
How about a builder to remove the waste?
What a shambles; Brexit take your bow.
And now I read it’s a Uri Geller spell,
Take it from me, this Brexit won’t end well!
© Keith Murphy