Brexit Sonnet No. 150 – ‘This Astronomical Brexit Sin’

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This winding road, this Brexit path we tread,
This Brexit one-way street with contra-flow,
What’s its name, this Motorway of dread?
What’s our terminus, does anybody know?
Well now I’ve found it, the M87 is its name,
It’s long - 50 million light years long,
And living at the end, so goes the claim,
Resides a hole into which we’ll fall headlong.
We must be on this road, for time distorts, 
And this we surely know to be the case
For March is now October by all reports, 
And so, no more time must we waste. 
Turn this round, be not suckered in, 
Commit no astronomical Brexit sin.

© Keith Murphy